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"Who are you?" |
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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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