Erich Fromm ostensibly told his friend Michael Maccoby that one could imagine that all illness was psychosomatic -- one could imagine that until one reached one's Sixties (from Friedman's biography of Fromm) ... until one entered the Last Quarter.
Don't ask, as neither John Donne nor John Kennedy ever quite did, for whom the aging image in the looking glass is searching, it is searching for thee.
It often has surprised me how well the young singers of each generation projects into the future the vulnerabilities and vagaries of later life. For Fromm, apparently, it grew from the wisdom accruing from a first myocardial infarction.
(Hey, maybe my Doctors get me? maybe my kids, too?)
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