You are just a cynic, they cry, as the shop fronts are filled with inane bilge, as the galaxy-spanning imaginations of the Golden Gods are replaced with the pygmy revenge-fantasies of resentful cat ladies. You are just getting old, they say, as profundity is replaced by machine-like rote, and history is revised so the midwit can cry 'actually, this was much better, and you were foolish for liking the olden things.' Away with your philtres of waters of the Lethe, quacks and gollums of the intellect! I shall put faith in my lying eyes!Good stuff there for sure. With a medium as active as it is, I hesitate to say these things Prince as it delves into things grandfathers say and age is a bias with these conversations.