B U T {Beauty}

                                                                         Prologue

          The search for the "first sentence"~~~"days pass as days pass", the unrelenting guilt of promises broken, mind bent and twisted, the `call of the child` pleading for "life or death" Indulgence----abject dismissal of Duty toward one' self, and the Bitterness, always the Bitterness, of Misery gone the way of stained mind-fabric, the one of hooded cloak, the uniform of callous industry.   I find myself running away----- the self inflicted Plight of old men and weary Generals whose Valor and Honor fade with what little strength the Times of Yore  once heralded as Life Affirming and Future Assuring.  The Ancient moaned it best, "Gone, all gone".