Our lives teach us who we are.

by Salman Rushdie

I have become the old man, Tuco thought. There is danger here.
In this passage, this age of change, there is the germ of patriarchy.
There is not yet the balance, the matriarchy, the matriarch that I
require.

Respect, gently taken, nourishes each: the giver and the taker.
Taker? Is that what I will be? I fear becoming what
I must become.
Older.

I hope the wiser; that wisdom is not a myth.
But I have not yet found the milk and honey.
Where will I turn? Where is there to turn to
now?