"Vanity of vanities! All is vanity."
EcclesiastesOne of the beauties (and sad things) about getting old is my memory isn't worth crap. Why this can be a beautiful thing is that I can read blog posts I've written from a few months ago and not remember I've written them. And then I can marvel at how profound they are. So profound, that I originally going to title this post "Lost and profound," but then discovered I'd already written a post called "Lost and profound" back in September 2006.
See what I mean about the memory?