I do not wish to boast but—I am a continuum.

From Party Of One by Clifton  Fadiman

1. ON BEING FIFTY

To divide one's life by years is of course to tumble into a trap set by our own arithmetic.  The calendar consents to carry on its dull wall-existence by the arbitrary timetable we have drawn up in consultation with those permanent commuters, Earth and Sun.  But we, unlike trees, need grow no annual rings.  I do not wish to boast but—I am a continuum.