Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old . . . I grow old . .
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
Taken from T.S. Elliott’s “The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”
Today I have reached 65 years of age, a ripening number. Unfortunately not making me wiser or better person. My medical condition has been changed from Myasthenia Gravis to Paraneoplastic Neuromyopathy & Neuropathy, which really means they aren’t yet sure what I have or how to treat it. I continue as before, less balance, weaker, unclear speech and the rest.
For my students, I often think of the future say 20 years from now, when I am a past footnote. Remember this, Isshinryu takes place on the dojo floor. That is the strongest organization.
I am become unto Elliott’s Profrock.