idylls of the king

It's Alfred, Lord Tennyson, of course, the line I quoted in my last blog. Here it is, and I still know most of it by heart. (Do they still do memory work in schools?) 

“The old order changeth yielding place to new/ And God fulfils himself in many ways /Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. /Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me?/ I have lived my life and that which I have done May he within himself make pure, but thou- / If thou shouldst never see my face again -

- buy some of my books!, IF you can find them;  they're all OOP.

That's not the point I want to make.  My point is, that things keep changing - trends and customs and fads and names.  I have enough trouble keeping up with actors and writers. I have given up on music.  I remember someone famous (?) saying he never read the newspaper. "If something important happens" he said, "someone will tell me."  I have found that to be true. In fact, if you missed the news items, your informer is thrilled to be the first to tell you. 

Along with my dwindling knowledge comes a bleak awareness of how many talented young people  there are out there, so many!  and more coming up all the time. But along with the increasing awareness of one's mortality, it's kind of comforting to know there are others, following in our footsteps, if in fact we have left any footsteps or that they are worth being followed. I mean, who cares? We each have a very tiny glimpse of truth and most of us do our best to spread the word, as far as we can, as long as we can. And after that?

"If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.”

anon, anon   (also an abbreviation of anonymous)