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Middle Aged (35-54)Transcript
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The priest was greatly moved by what he saw. And this surprised him in the end, he even overcame his fears and ventured in beneath the dome of the ruinous church. To the old man's side. Perhaps this gave the old man heart, perhaps even at this late juncture, he thought the priest might bring this structure toppling down where he himself had failed. But the dome of course only hung in the air. And after a while, the old man began to speak, he took the priest's hand as of the hand of a comrade and he spoke of his life and what it had been and what it had become. He told the priest what he had learned in the end. He said that no man can see his life until his life is done. And then where to make amending it is God's grace alone that we are bound by this thread of life. He held the priest's hand in his own and he bade the priest look at their joined hands and he said, see the likeness, the flesh is but a memento. Yet it tells the true. Ultimately, every man's path is every other's there are no separate journeys for there are no separate men to make them. All men are one and there is no other tale to tell. But the priest only took his telling for confession. And when the old man was done, he began the words of absolution. At this, the old man seized his arm midway in its crossing there in the still air by his death bed side and stayed him with his eyes. He let go, the priest's other hand and raise his own like a man going on a journey. Save yourself. He hissed, save yourself. Then he died.