Darkness, Darkness

It's the name of a tune from the Youngbloods, 1969, my most wonderful and terrible year.

A tune as seductive as the Buckleys, Tim and Jeff, have turned out to be.  Father and son, gifted, each dying young, maybe suicide, maybe accident, maybe foul play.

So if the good die young, how good?  How young?  The better, the sooner dead?  Should it be, rather,  some of the good die young - or are all the rest of us baddies, still walking around.

What I do know is,  you can't retrieve lost virtue.

You die when your dreams die, and some days I think I died in Hong Kong.

Take more risk, make riskier choices.

I wonder if this is becoming an aphorisms blog.

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