Along with the certainty of death and taxes, our very first gasp for breath outside of the womb brings about the slow creeping onset of the second law of thermodynamics - entropy in the system.
These pictures may focus on the outer carapace, but we all know that the henchmen of the passing of beauty are his mealy mouthed rasping gripped cronies who bring arthritis, deafness, Alzheimer's, heart disease, cancer and a myriad of other trials which would test Hercules.
David Gilmour ( young Dave, hubba hubba.)
Please can we not focus on Kim Novak's surgery outcome here? No one ever "makes bad plastic surgery choices". It is sadly often a
by-product of healing, technique and complications, surgery is never an exact science for any procedure but as malleable as the flesh it excises.
So today, I am asking a simple question - what will get you through? Faith, family, a wilful stubbornness to set one's shoulder against that big boulder of Time? New York magazine's most recent cover story declares that over 65 promises to be a new Nirvana, but I'm not so sure. I think I'll cling to Cormac McCarthy's maxim that ageing is 'No Country for Old Men'.
I'm curious what other people are storing away in their emotional kit bag to deal with the day when, as Oscar Wilde said, we all become 'hideous puppets'. Is Time a thief that after a certain age begins to frisk us down, or can we just be content with what we once had?
Today I've got too many questions and too few answers. Over to you.