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There is a happiness to being sixty, and still in reasonable 
 shape, a point not unlike differentiation and its reciprocal 
 act of integration, where skimming along life’s fine, and 
 let’s face it, imaginary parabolic line, where one might be
 either a point along the curve, the curve itself, the sum 
 of underlying events, or a skimming stone that, thrown, lifts 

in flight’s impetus joy from the water’s surface but in 
a moment at the next, or next plus n tangential glance, will sink.