He had to accept that change, though, because life made him need a handful of red notes that are real and coins that are still. With no choice, but unwillingness, he refused to change. He saw the meaning of change more clearly through different paths of time - the ultimate meaning of change was death; aging was a natural change and old age a natural death. The change in me was the change of a revolution that trapped me as cannon fodder, and an allusion to cannon fodder was a meaningless quick death. The ignorant change of unaware detail was a deadly driving out of the intoxicated extremity, and its consequence was a meaningful punishment, a failed transformation, an accidental death.