I am an old, white man

it is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge in time, to protest against change, particularly change for better. But it is true that we have exchanged corpulence for starvation, and either one will kill us. The lines of change are down. We, or I, can have no conception of human life an human thought in a hundred years or fifty years. Perhaps my greatest wisdom is the knowledge that I do not know. The sad ones are those waste their energy in trying to hold it back, for they can only feel bitterness in loss and no joy in gain. (john steinbeck, travels with charley in search of amerika)