All men, duty-bound, onward must wend--even if trepidatiously. Momentarily, you will see why.
In most marriages there are times when frustrations build and quarrels are sparked. In the heat of such moments considerable energy is expended affixing blame; he said-she said, woulda-coulda-shoulda, and all the rest of that petty fuss. Petty, I say, for who did or didn’t do something ultimately misses the point. For there is more to this play than two actors (husband and wife) upon a stage.
The sun goes ‘round and ‘round and so do I. I rush to the east to meet the sun as it rises, to fulfill obligations and check off what is expected of me. But no matter how hard I try, I can never get there in time. The sun always beats me to the spot. So I follow its arc and charge to the west, clinging to other men’s dreams, not mine. Then I watch it all vanish, as the sun turns to fumes on a faraway hill.