How does it feel to turn 50? It is bittersweet because I don’t feel my age yet still harbor demons that cherish the hidden death agenda.
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: