In a society that practices blatant ageism for mate and job selection, there are compelling reasons why a person would self-identify as younger.
We are all living in a hopeless concentration camp at this moment in history because so few of us believe in a reprieve from this “provisional existence of unknown duration”
Our conversation reminded me of the Samuel Beckett’s absurdist play, “Waiting for Godot”. And in a strange bit of synchronicity, it helped me find a quote from one of my old webinars that I had forgotten. This author of this Shmoop.com article points out that my role in our Godot-like conversation was that of Vladimir, who like me, is obsessed with the Tree of Life: