Since the other morning when I woke up and found that the earth had begun its reverse rotation, or so it seemed, because "Planet Eons" had made a change, which sent everyone into panic mode and scurrying like so many blind mice for some semblance of normalcy. I am still here! The sky has not fallen, nor has life ceased to exist as I knew it beforehand. I'm not standing in judgement of those who left, it is not my place or my intent. Throughout time panic has been the destroyer of civility and order. News of the lifting of the age restriction brought panic and rumors to the forefront, causing many to "bug out" in hasty retreat, enmass and fearful of an invasion by those most "dangerous of enemies" our children and grandchildren! Now, looking out from the stronghold I fortified to defend myself in, I am wondering when the onslaught occurred. Did I miss it? Were there prisoners taken? Old folks turned into refugees? No, Nothing happened! The great crush of youth invading to wreak havoc withthe defensless old people did'nt happen. Eons is still here, still functioning and in existance! Those who folded up their camps and left for "higher ground" did so foolishly. I remember the generation that produced us. During the protests and anarchy of the 60s, as uncomfortable as those people must have been, they did'nt run away, fearful of the youth that were taking over everything they were accustomed to. I remember being a young soldier, despised by my peers and welcomed home by old men. Are we so different now? A very wise friend here on Eons told me in a p.m." If we do'nt teach the young our history, how will they learn it and from who?" That friend was right! We are the past and the present. We have this moment in time to pass on the wisdom of lives lived. Each of us has a story waiting to be told. All it needs is a willing listener, someone who desires to know what we have learned. Someone reaching for the stars that needs to carry the dreams forward that we once dreamed in the blush of youth! Is there one of us, who at one time, did'nt believe passionately that we could ,by sheer numbers effect change in the world? Now that the fury has past, maybe those of us who remained behind should remember the glory days of our youth and trust this generation to inherit the wind from us and carry the banner as we did from those before us! Let's trust them to give us respect, and give them a little of the same!