Caught in the Devil's Bargain

We Tuned in
Turned on
Dropped out.
When Ronald Raygun got elected, we ran for the hills and hid
like the Druids and the witches did when the Romans came.
Bit by bit, there's nowhere left to hide.
They're killing the planet one mountaintop, one coral reef,
one wet land at a time. One miner, one farm hand, one poor schmuck at a time.

We've got to get ourselves back to The Garden to find each other.

Afghanistan looks more like Vietnam every day, and it looked a hell of a lot like Vietnam years ago. Sounded a lot like it, too, if you listened to John McCain when he was running for president.

There were only 500,000 at Woodstock, but they were all in the same place at the same time. There are millions of us on the internet - but as connected as we are intellectually and/or spiritually - we remain isolated. The Garden could change that. I don't know how to manage it, yet, but I'm thinking.