A lot of people–the overwhelming majority, I do believe–just assume they accrue wisdom and become more vulpine as they age. Not true. Wisdom and years on Earth have nothing in common. It’s like assuming that if you leave a bottle of cheap, homemade dandelion wine sitting on a shelf for a dozen years, it will automatically transform into a carafe of exquisite, expensive, vintage French champagne. It won’t, and neither will most dinosaurian people morph into latter day versions of Albert Einstein purely by passing a designated age threshold. Aging is most decidedly NOT a natural tonic for curing ignorance; instead, it too often masquerades as a nefarious agent for perpetuating it. Listening and observing carefully is the eternal recipe for wisdom; aging by itself is not.
