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History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation.
I rarely ended up fantasising a markedly different lift from the one that has been mine. I don't think this is complacensy; it's more likely a lack of imagination, or ambition, or something.
The more you learn, the less you fear. "Learn" not in the sense of academic study, but in the practial understanding of life.
Though why should we expect age to mellow us? If isn't life's business to reward merit, why should it be life's business to give us warm, comfortable feelings towards its end? What possible evolutionary purpose could nostalgia serve?