(An essay in defense of old-age well-earned selfishness.)
A NEW SLANT TO JUSTIFY SELFISHNESS. IT TOOK A LONG TIME TO GET THERE. ALSO, A DENIAL OF THE GENTLE MYTH OF "SURVIVOR'S GUILT."

Copyright © 2018 by Marvin Cohen

The world in its original origin is way beyond me in the past. All I have to deal with is one Now at a time. That takes up my time. I go on from there.

To be continued. The empty future is peopled with what may be, images I only learned from the past, and actively apply.

I'm too old not to be afraid. My friends are gone. How does that apply to me?

Well, I'm still here, here I am. I survived my friends, but without guilt. I'm actually happy about it, though I feel sorry or indifferent about them. The main thing is in the Me, which in its increasingly venerable state I even rejoice and gloat. Hurray! -- the same old me, just a bit shopworn.

All right, so I'm selfish. What else can I do with my remains, but to exercise the still-young colt of my selfishness, let him jump over fences, subject to self-renewal while my good fortune holds out?

So I exult in my Selfishness, which Society had so misunderstood, underestimated, and depreciated. Long live to it.

This loyal defense of the simple subjectivity of Selfishness had to be earned, through long years as a survived reward. That's how Society will tolerate it: It's scared not to, due to its respect for Time.

P.S. I'm waiting for my comeuppance.