A friend was lamenting the younger generation not accepting our wisdom. No, and they won’t get our wisdom (neither receive nor comprehend nor apprehend). They will have to make up their own as they go along. It is the way of the world. There is no instruction book, and there can be none: each one of us and each of our generations has to make it up as we come upon it. We stood upon our foremothers’ shoulders and they upon theirs, and nothing is the same. Everything is moving. Ever. Each has no choice but to ad lib all the way. Life is improv. Or is it the other way round?
:- Doug.
