Just as the blurring between childhood and adulthood has produced the kidult, so the stretching of middle into old age has fostered another peculiar chimera: septuagenarians with apoptosis sporting the depeche mode.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Every stress leaves an indelible scar, and the organism pays for its survival after a stressful situation by becoming a little older.
The defects of the mind, like those of the face, grow worse with age.
Every age develops its own peculiar forms of pathology, which express in exaggerated form its underlying character structure.
Ageing is so many different things, and cells being able to self-renew is part of the picture but not all of it.
Basically, the body does have a vast amount of inbuilt anti-ageing machinery; it's just not 100% comprehensive, so it allows a small number of different types of molecular and cellular damage to happen and accumulate.
The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying.
How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.
A graceful and honorable old age is the childhood of immortality.
Age makes all things greater after their death; a name comes to the tongue easier from the grave.
We will 'de-age' progressively, as cures are developed.