Bread Crumbs...
the ephemeral hierarchy of memory
There are old children with old eyes, whose oldness displays their distinctive character . . . old souls who seem to be waiting to catch up to the time when they can finally come into their own. Estranged in childhood, distressed in youth, they have been old from the beginning. The Force of Character and the Lasting Life, by James Hillman. ~ quote courtesy of Darcy Woodall
