Where Have the Good Men Gone?

Where have the good men gone


Where. Where have they gone? Where we do retreat is into the valley of our mind. With every sunset there is a viewer, and every son there is a father. But what happens when the sun disappears from view? Where does the light go? We sleep and wait and dream of our day when our son was still there. Where might we find the strength to wait for so long as the darkness of night prevails. Where does the end begin to start. We might not know for we are alone. Our sun is gone and the viewer is silent. He dreams and dreams, sleeping in silence. Where might the good men have gone, except it be across the horizon, waiting to be woken.

Continue to think differently.


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