|"Who are you?"|
|Alice cramped in Rabbit's house|
"How can you learn lessons in here?"
Why, there's hardly room for you"
In saying No to our parents we were saying Yes to life. The Fifties were a living death: bomb shelters, the Red Scare, the Yellow Peril, the atomic bomb, everyone fearful — quick, children: everyone cower under your desk! — worshiping Mammon, staggering under the fetters of Ahriman. Darkness Visible; Palpable Death. The Sixties represented young life breaking free from this deadly fear, doubt, and hatred, and bursting forth with the Christ-force of freedom and love. Talkin' about the full incarnation of my generation's I.