This book is best understood only when you are feeling profoundly misunderstood; enraged; a few inches beside yourself, yet passionate and restless still to make dignified steps towards your authentic Flame.
Seek none other description here but seeing yourself through the eyes of a fellow outcast, who’s holding an invisible cup in his hand–slowly lifting it to your rainy skies and, as well to his, just to down the remaining dregs of disillusion–in honor of your oft-unsung resistance.
‘Men Too Old, Beliefs Too Young’ is, however, about your usual pages around your wounded stray dogs and cats; about your dimly lit neighborhood wherein the glory of Man failed His brother, his sister, and the ground beneath their feet all together; about your friends and lovers who often investigated your wallet before they could investigate the cosmic gleam in your hopeful eyes…
It is a story of love stretching throughout madness and death (hence rebirth,) disobedience to lawful greed, brotherhood in the face of orchestrated political and religious divide…A story of your resilience and mine–A story already written and still being written during these very challenging times…
