If only I'd kept my clothes from the seventies, my kids' toys from their early days, the furniture from my first apartment. Everything seems to come back into vogue, and I can't help but think I could have made a fortune on Ebay. I saw a skirt in a store last week that is almost identical to one I used to own. Star Wars, He-Man and Barbie stuff goes for pretty pennies, and all those goofy things I threw in the trash call to me now, "We're collectors' items, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Plots too get recycled. People tell me about the coolest new book or movie, and when I take it up, I'm fifteen minutes or fifty pages in when I know what's going to happen. It's not savvy or psych, it's been DONE.

There is truly nothing new under the sun. It's only we ourselves who are "new," so the twenty-somethings of the world are surprised/awed/titillated by things that make me yawn. Someone told me recently that this is the first generation that has had younger people who are more knowledgeable than older people. My generation doesn't get technology, and I readily admit that. He's right in a sense, but when I wrote about my dad's wisdom in the last post it hit me that knowledge and wisdom are different. Technology is new, but wisdom isn't. Knowing the way of the world is something that only comes from living. So while I'm impressed by the newest inventions, I'm not surprised. Jules Verne thought of them a long time ago, and Leonardo before him, and probably some Greek before that. It's all recycled, only with updated packaging.

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