"Strange memories on this nervous night. Years later? It seems like a life time, or at least a Main Era- the kind of peak that never comes again. A very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run...but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant...
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of "history" it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time- and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.
My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights- or very early mornings...being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was. No doubt at all about that...
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right,that we were winning...
And that, I think was the handle- that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting- on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave...
So now, years later, you can go up on a steep hill and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark- that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back."
from falilv
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