OH my, don't even get me started on the Nanny State stuff. My fiance went to jail for eleven days for swattin one of my brat girls on the bottom... you dont even have to leave a mark. Just ... see now I told ya don't get me started... I believe that the closer we get to running out of time, the greater our capacity to take it. Is it patience or are we simply tired of running now? I also believe that the older we get, the less we really care what others think of us. Or at least those of us who are lucky do. Some seem to run after that illusion of youth like it was the holy grail. Why? To be an old person in a perfect body? Personally, I love the face of a person who has lived their life. You can read the road map of a life by the lines on the face. You can tell who laughed more than cried throughout life. I would much rather look at the honest face of a person who is who they are than one who has spent thousands to be "perfect". There is nothing more beautiful than the body of a person who has worked all their lives in honest labor. Who has aches and pains and bulges in all the 'wrong' places. This is a person who has lived. I so far prefer the Venus of Willendorf to the Venus on the half shell. Growing older does not frighten me, it's growing up I am allergic to :D