The attraction to old wood is our being identifying with the steady decay of our bodies. We stand where we are placed through hell and high tide and there is a grandness to the endurance of the human spirit under the circumstances of everyday life. It is perhaps the reason we created the tragic hero-the good person bending under the strain of circumstance- we understand what it means to continue with little chance of respite or change. Thus, we dream and play the lotto and still hope while deepening the grind of the rut we have worn for ourselves. There we are still able to smile. That is grand.
All is but light and shadows.