Returnin' to yerself in the golden time: The Silence where respect lives

Learnin' to be a wise parent to grown children be a special inner labor. The process inside the Golden World gently turns a body's gaze from others' windows back to his own home.

First goes the fussy want to control everythin', to lecture or to beg for attention. Then comes a taste for yer own freedom, for yer own interests, for quiet mornin's an' bright memories without bitterness or grudges.

And then that rare, precious balance is established between generations: each lives in their own territory, no one violates anyone else's boundaries, and when they meet, only warm, sincere respect shines in their eyes.