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Age, Perspective and The Roof Terrace at The End Of Life.


1st March 2023

Caroline Myss, she totally summed it up.!

Each generation, or age, has the perspective of its view out from the windows of its floor.

Imagine, please, a shiny tall building made of glass, it is taller than many of its surrounding structures.

It has a swanky lift of the edge with a glass bottom and a central spiral staircase.

On the ground floor looking out you see many old buildings, decaying and dusty, full of an old world charm.

As the taller building rises, newer buildings grow up like pesky weeds of architectural disaster.

But this building, is by far the tallest smartest building around.

The older you get, the wiser some might say, the higher up in the building you may go.

Those on the lower floors have no idea of the vista from the top. They can only see from the window of their floor.

Trying to describe the mountains in the distance will make no sense at all, to those on floor three,

The parks and gardens, the train tracks and the churches are still eclipsed by the Tenament blocks.

I try to remind myself of this regularly. For I moving up those floors quite rapidly as I age.

I also have worked on my trauma, got a special code to the lift.

In some decades I could only step one step higher on the spiral staircase in the Center

Soon I will have access to the roof terrace and enjoy what this perspective has to offer.

When I try to tell those on those lower floors, they can't understand. I have to listen to them intently.

In my heart I breathe love, knowing that one day, if they are lucky, their view will probably be like mine.

The best gift I have for them is my ears, listening without suggestion.

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Caroline Myss, she totally summed it up!

Each generation, or age, has the perspective of its view from the windows of its floor.


Imagine, please, a shiny tall building made of glass, it is way taller than many of its surrounding structures. It is our building, a giant of a stone and glass, metal and edges.

It has a swanky lift of the left edge with a glass bottom and also a central spiral staircase within.


On the ground floor looking out you see many old buildings, decaying and dusty, full of an old world charm. A few new coffee shops, garish clothes boutiques and the odd bookshop.


As our building rises, newer buildings grow up, springing up like pesky weeds in the cracks of the stone in the street below.

There are some concrete architectural disasters of the 1970's and some joyful bright dandelion like builds from the 1990's. Every generation leaving its mark on the structures.


But this building, our building is by far the tallest smartest building around.


The older you get, the wiser some might say, the higher up in the building you may go.

Those on the lower floors have no idea of the vista from the top.

They can only see from the window of their floor.

Trying to describe the mountains in the distance will make no sense at all, to those on floor three,

The parks and gardens, the train tracks and the churches are still eclipsed by the Tenament blocks.


I try to remind myself of this regularly. For I moving up those floors quite rapidly as I age.

I also have worked on my trauma, this got a special code to the lift.

In some decades I could only step one step higher on the spiral staircase in the Center


Sometime, who knows when, I will have access to the roof terrace .

I will enjoy what this perspective has to offer as long as I can perceive it.

When I try to tell those on those lower floors what they are missing in their limited view, they can't understand. So rather than telling I have to listen to them intently.

In my heart I breathe love, knowing that one day, if they are lucky, their view will probably be like mine.


My view isn't better, lets get that straight! I just have more perspective.

The best gift I have for them is my ears, listening without suggestion

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