Sort of.
He was sixtyish, and so sadly disabled that he saw the world like say, a four-yrold would.
Innocence seems to come at a terrible price, I guess.
I mean I know some people hurt so bad they don't want to handle things. Sometimes they try to kill themselves. Problem is if they don't succeed there's a good chance they've damaged themself in some severe way. Lucky ones get off with paralysis. Unlucky ones get to keep the memories but no longer have the mental competancy to deal with them. A humiliating way to end one's days, to say the least.
People bemoan the loss of innocence. I think the shame in loss of innocence isn't so much in the fact you're growing up. It's not the loss of innocence itself, it's the fact that the world can't work that way. And what's worse than even that is the fact that some people can't come to grips with it.
Or in some folks' case, the fact that they're forced into a position where they can't come to grips with it anymore.
sigpic courtesy of This Guy, original modified by me
As someone who was "lock 'er up and pin 'er down" crazy at more than one time in my life, it's scary to think how much of an escape just... being like that can be.
Or maybe I'm rambling.
Yeah.
