Evolutionary change would work from older to younger, from depths out of a cave and into the light. Five times, still — do nothing. Stay home.
Warm light, be still, do nothing anchored in the middle of a great lake as old as time itself — timelessly still like an eye that can see what is real, can choose what is true from what is false. Rich in wisdom. Kind in age. I felt that the earth is good as it is. That no change could make this crystaline moment any more perfect and full and ripe and good.
In the fall of my youth, a ripe aged autumn. I chose. Change your voice, I chose.
Not as before, but as of old.
As old as old.