The wise man grows younger as he grows older until he is again as he was. A great return he has chosen, and new openness to a world he has certainly known but which he no longer knows. He dodges blind rigidity and its associated woes by recovering his mind's flexibility.
"I'm not sure of anything," he says, and relearns- drawing not exclusively from his head, but frequently from the changing natural world instead. A good way not to die before he's dead.
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