"Have you ever noticed that the universe, and every little bit of the universe, is always hardening and narrowing and coming to a point? ... I mean this ... If you dip into any college, or school, or parish, or family--anything you like--at a given point in its history, you always find that there was a time before that point when there was more elbow room and contrasts weren't quite so sharp; and that there's going to be a time after that point when there is even less room for indecision and choices are even more momentous. Good is always getting better and bad is always getting worse: the possibilities of even apparent neutrality are always diminishing. The whole thing is sorting itself out all the time, coming to a point, getting sharper and harder. ... But it's not only in questions of moral choice. Everything is getting more itself and more different from everything else all the time. Evolution means species getting less and less like one another. Minds getting more and more spiritual, matter more and more material. Even in literature, poetry and prose draw further and further apart."
Written circa 1943. Is he on to something?
Is one more likely to feel like that if one is getting advanced in life?
Please, no long addresses on Evolution.