There is no greater gift one can give another than the bloom of their youth in its prime sexual and creative fertility.
The risk in the offering of youth is that fertility is attracted to
power — and power, by the very notion of its being — subsumes all
tenders and youth quickly becomes creaky and fertility dries barren as
its hollows are left to fallow.
We see this folly in evidence every day as successful older men pluck
We feel it as athletes are rotted in their prime by awful teams.
We know children are beholden to parents who may not adore them.
We hear muffled screams as unions swallow their young.
realize it as kids are put off to their killing in war where they find
mortality before promise.
Power is not interested in experience or insight or wrinkles — all
signs of maturity and introspection — because those trinkets of
humanity are indices of wisdom and thought and learning and they are
all dangerous to power vacuums which require the unrequited
relinquishing of that which can never be recaptured or recreated.