On aging in the personality.

"I was about fifty[years old] when I discovered God wanted me to enjoy my life."  -Joyce Meyer.

"Eyes have not seen,

and ears have not heard,

the blessings God has in store for you."

-Paul(paraphrase)

This, this....  Aries/Jupiter thing.....

I'm in a state of constant, endless, seemingly aimless musing, planning, as it were, adventures and life paths to lead further into the heart of the woods, past the witchcabin and the leafless inner forest limbs, the creeping things, and the moldly lightly-colored vines, with their tissue paper leaves.

You go inside, more and more, into the inner space of oneself, while learning and experiencing also, more and more of the outer world, farther and farther still.

That's where they tell you, that, inside, like a magic witchcrystal, there is wizard's glass, and it, a glowing portal to without, like the proverbial wormhole that teleports a lifetime across the universe, past the limits of human knowledge and experience, and yet, in that traversing, after, all would seem so connected, beings outside the person, and the things experienced by the senses would have a renewed freshness, ala the Bob Dylan lyric:

"But I was so much older then; I'm younger than that now."