A BlogSnax© post

Just finished reading a new book by my favorite writer. As is often the case reading his words, I was (virtually, not literally) stopped in my tracks by a sentence so pregnant with truth, I had to stop to ponder its significance. I’ve been thinking about it ever since. The book is written in the first person by an old man who frequently reflects on his life. At one point, he writes:

All the people whom I had hoped to impress when I was young are dead.

Wow.