Oh, how I would love to be where the sun sets. How beautiful it must be in Sunset Land
I think you find it is gone when you get there. Stay here, young man - this is your home. You can watch the sun set every night form our vilage
Where the sun sets, you say. Hmm... Now why would a man to go where the sun sets?
Think how wonderful it must be to live where the sun sets. Look there, old man, it's touching down just over the crest of that long dark hill. That's where I want to be.
But the young man would not be persuaded to stay. To make his home in Sunset Land was his fondest dream. It was a beautiful sight from here but he was certain it would be many times more beautiful to be where the sun sets. He thought the people the would be far more handsome and intelligent than those in the simple village he lived in
Two man sat by side of the road at the close of day. The younger of the two stared at the setting sun and sighed:
So the young man set out on a journey of many years. Each night he would toward the setting sun. He would walk all night only to discover that the sun had risen again and hung low in the eastern sky behind him. He would question the natives every morning... "Tell me", he would ask. "Did the sun set here last night?" They would look at him strangely, point to the west and tell him the sun always sets in the west. So he marched on, looking for the western land where the sun sets. There would be days of rain or snow when the sun marched to be seen, and the young man, (now growing older) would wait for it to appear again. He crossed many borders into lands that were the were foreing to him. There were people of different colors, differents tongues, and customs that were strange to him. He crossed great oceans - great mountains - burining deserts... But to no avail.
He grew old in his search for Sunset Land and he became frail and tired. He was almost convinced the sun never really sets any where, that it was all a cruel trick and he had wasted his life in a vain and selfish attemp to satisfy a youthful whim.To his great surprise he arrived in the town of his birth one day and it ocurred to him that, in walking westward, he had searched the the earth around and was home again. He wanted to find the old man whose advice he had ignored when he was young. But the old man had passed away many years ago.
The older man thought a bit before he answered...The young man stared fixedly at the setting sun.
That evening he sat by of the same road that faced the western mountains to watch the sun sink over the crest of that same long dark hill remembered from a time when he was young