There is no such a thing like aging for the intellectual people and beautiful women. Precious things are not getting old. They just change the appearance, often even more beautiful then before.

In old age, the character and the soul reflects on the face. Its like a hill that was covered with a forest all year long and in the winter when leafs fall off from the trees all you can see is a naked hill with all the details and all the shades.

There are faces that with age get wisdom and something special, something sacral. Some other faces show illness. Some shows a face of the beast – a sign of bad people. In their youth, their character was not showing on their faces because the youth is always extraordinary beauty. In old age, these faces are starting to get a disgusting look. The face becomes horrifying, nasty and violent.

The truth is that the age is not a measurement of how old someone is. You can find young elders and old youngsters. The old age really begins when you loose the enthusiasm. The man who cannot feel a thrill for an idea or another person, he is old and dead. The youth is primarily a sacred fire. Only when this fire goes out, it is a time to lie down and die. The man who loves women never gets old.  Women will never look down to an old man because they are looking something more than a youth. They are looking manhood and masculinity as it last longer than the youth. They are looking someone that knows how to take care of the women. For that reason a “Don Juan” in his fifties can hijack a woman from young “Apollo” in his twenties.

In Rome, they never said: “He died”. They would rather say: “He lived.” People are always terrifying us with our age. Either if we are young or if we are old. When we are young, they say that we are immature for great things, and when we get older, they are saying that we are incapable of great intentions. Nobody knows what anyone carries until his last breath. The Nature, however, reserved the right to have the last word.