I doubt I would use the word 'casualty'. There is nothing casual about killing.
Blessing Number One. Thank you for getting old because it means you are getting to live.
I've always felt sorry for Mike Collins, driving all the way to the moon but not allowed out of the car to look around. 
The universe is a gathering of nows that I spread before my feet like a landscape.
Was the dementia of old age a blessing in disguise? No more thoughts. No more damage inflicted. No more memories of damage survived. 
Why doesn't anyone go to the moon anymore? What happened to our optimism?
How can growing up really be about falling down?
