Thursday, June 11, 2015

"I Am" — Speaking as someone born in 1947

"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.

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