Somewhere in space and time it will always be 1969.
Under the heading, Material from Other Sources, these words from Ram Dass:
"We're sitting under the tree of our thinking minds, wondering why we're not getting any sunshine!"
"Our culture has trained us to dismiss any experience that falls outside our rational, conceptual framework."
"Our task is to extricate ourselves from living exclusively in the world of form."
This is what seems to be calling or jabbing me with its pointy elbow: we are being asked to transmute all of the above into something we can digest and to find peace with unknowing, to find peace, period, to be. There THAT is again. One thing which is not unknown: being Jackson Browne's "happy idiot" hasn't been a choice for a very long time.
No disrespect. The opposite, in fact. God, Geezer Rock makes me happy.