There was the barest minimum of religion at home. In my entire youth, until I left home at age 15, I remember going to Synagogue just a few times on Yom Kippur.

Youth has no age.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew

It occured to me that we will never be young again.

Distant singing is heard. Ghostly voices become audible: fragments of lectures remembered, the finely distilled wisdom and passion of seers and poets with which the modern young mind is tempered for the world that blows it to pieces.

To the young there are no degrees of old just as there are no degrees of dead - either you are, or you are not.