The New Age (whatever that’s meant to mean, usually a load of ignorance about matters that revolve around spirituality and philosophy), an aged wine or whiskey, the maturing we embrace or endure depending on what day it is and our perspective. Age is relative.
Rock of ages. You can see the weathering of extreme heat and cold, rain and wind on these sandstone formations. Landform created by erosion. Tough, but yet soft enought to mould. Up close they are a complexity of form, standing back they are a work of art, a great sculpture. A bit like humanity really, weathered, matured with age, complex, a work of art. The rock is a metaphor too.