[Bill,
January 17, 2008]
BTW, at age 44, I finally can't beat my nephew at basketball
He's 21 now. I've been able to beat him until this year. But alas, he's gotten better with time and I've lost more than a few steps. Such is the march of time.
One generation passes away, and another generation comes;
But the earth abides forever.
The sun also rises, and the sun goes down,
And hastens to the place where it arose.
The wind goes toward the south,
And turns around to the north;
The wind whirls about continually,
And comes again on its circuit.
All the rivers run into the sea,
Yet the sea is not full;
To the place from which the rivers come,
There they return again.
....
That which has been is what will be,
That which is done is what will be done,
And there is nothing new under the sun.