The older I become, the easier I find it to sink into that old-gittish state of believing everything has got worse with the passage of time.
In my childhood there was the hippie movement, when young people felt that peace and love and expanding your mind might be a nice idea, helped along by the occasional mild, non-psychosis-inducing joint.
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