His book “What Dreams May Come” was a New Age hippie fest.
“His book “What Dreams May Come” was a New Age hippie fest.”
Hippies are truly wonderful in their time and place. I remember a lovely Bard College blond whom I pothgtaphed standing on a rock in a trout stream, dressed in a dark green full length gown she designed and made. The rest of what turned out, in retrospect, to be one of the most wonderful days of my life, will remain untyped.
However, to assume what most hippies believed is to be a perpetual teen, not an adult.
Not surprisingly, she was a woman seeking a soulmate and a husband. The “Woodstock Nation” trashy pseudophilosophy resulted in many lives being diminished due to those faulty premises.
I must here not the guilt of the New Yuk Slimes, which trumped the arrival of “Wooddstock Nation” as a subtle shilling of the communism they had pushed for generations. What would not have sold directly, was sold indirectly. “Those are not irresponsible, self centered fornicating freaks, those are the “Age of Aquarius” citizens showing us the way to the future.
Bah! Humbuggery!
And Himbuggery!
And Herbuggery, too!