“Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death. — Walt Whitman

Guess you have to be 84 and under to qualify for getting arrested, oops, I mean pepper-sprayed. . .

Seriously, would that we all recognized the “delicious near-by freedom of death,” what shaman Carlos Castenada refered to as that which sits on your left shoulder always. It would render us, finally, fearless.