Hey Man, I Got A 1960s Hangover Dude...

In The Beginning...

I think, I think I am, therefore I am, I think.

Pretty files of your forefather's fruit and now to suit...our great computer,

You're magnetic ink. I'm more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be.

There you go man, keep as cool as you can...Face piles...And piles Of trials With smiles...It riles them to believe that you perceive the web they weave...

And keep on thinking free...

The Moody Blues

“The intellectual, political and social ferment associated with the 1960s were already underway, though there was not yet the galvanizing issue of the Vietnam war. People were beginning to praise a new drug called L.S.D. for its ‘mind-expanding’ qualities, though the only evidence that their minds had expanded was their own belief that it had – a belief that some ordinary drunks have also had, at least until they sobered up and realized that they had just been making damn fools of themselves.”

Thomas Sowell
A Personal Odyssey
(p. 152)

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