The Air in Paris is a subjective view of growing older and knowing that cut-off point. Science is driving life to the point where one hundred years old is becoming the norm. Should it; it would seems that this should still be a matter of personal taste; left alone it is a marketing driven idea. The facts then, are as follows: restlessness is an art form, conscience is a means of shepherding, and laughter in the face of death is a genuine ideal. Undoubtedly modern medicine, if called upon often enough, is an act which can be used to perform a symbiotic dance in the business of living longer than fully expected. Whether or not we should prolong life is a whole different set of question and answers, so it might appear in this century at an extreme. We should certainly strive to have as many answers to this one pressing question, regardless of the reality if living longer brings happiness and dying slower brings a more sure closure. One supposes one would have more time to subjectively conclude one way or the other, if the long or the short of it is good or bad by attitude, belief and value alone, or taken together. But what if we do this in mass?