Days of Future Past

Where are you, Paul Wicklund? Where are you, Philip Wheeler? Where are you, William and Marty, and where are you, my long lost youth. Oh, I know, well enough. You spent yourselves out like a fisherman's line, every sweet face, sharp comment and adolescent dream; and beneath the shoulders of the green hills we all dreamed, some of cosmic battles, some of simply leaving, and it was the cosmic fighters who took too long to realize that the great plateau upon which the godlike battle would be raged lay inside, and in no other place.

If you find this little missive, this message in a bottle, my Long Lost Ones, pray that those of us still looking find a light, after so much darkness. And be well.