“Forty,–sombre anniversary to the hedonist, –in seekers after truth like Buddha, Mahomet, Mencius, St. Ignatius, the turning point of their lives.”

“Approaching forty, I am about to heave my carcass of vanity, boredom, guilt and remorse into another decade.”

Yeah.

Been listening to this song quite a bit lately in my mid-life blues.  (Richey, we all hope that you are still alive, living in contemplative isolation somewhere. However, if you are not, I get it. I do, you beautiful person.)