Oh golly. Panic in the streets. The colony in turmoil. Everything is changing, or so it seems. Did you ever poke at an ant colory, and watch as their peaceful purposeful activity becomes a boiling roil of aggitation and alarm?

The new lower age limits for Eons membership has gotten us all riled up. We are fleeing as for our lives. YOUNG people are coming. YOUNG people are coming. Sound the alarm! Raise the drawbridge! Call out the army!

Boy, I love the drama. Drama is what lets us know we are alive. It makes our adrenalin spike, wakes us up, gives us purpose.

Change is the only constant. Without change, we molder, collapse in on ourselves, become petrified. So while I don't quite relish this particular change that has happened, I can't really get all upset, either. I want to see what will happen. It could be good. I might actually benefit from it.

Young people keep you young, keep you thinking young, or at least thinking in new directions, new dimensions. I can always use another dimension.