I am, by any reasonable measurement, old. And yet, more often than not, I feel ageless. Not young, mind you. Ageless. Without age. Ageless is some kind of basic spiritual truth, and being old is simply an experience that we choose to have. We could, for instance, pee often and slowly; make odd, involuntary grunting noises while getting out of a chair; have difficulty seeing, hearing, eating, sleeping, walking, copulating, remembering, bending our fingers and breathing, while remaining a field of awareness that exists outside the illusion of time. We also could complain all day and take lots of naps. As I said, it’s a choice.