the pace of change seems different to the different groups. the two sixties are reaching their sixties. One group thinks the world changed greatly, wildly and too much. the other group sees things as barely different now than it was then.

the same religious asses sitting in the same ivory towers still taking craps that splat down upon my flowers.

the molten ice from the alps may feed your need, but it will never satisfy your greed. and then it’s gone.