If ever there was a generation that expressed itself through Music, it was the generation of the sixties. There was a feeling that 'All you need is love' and 'With a little help from my friends' , 'The times' would be 'a'changing' . However, there came the day the music died. An entire generation woke up to find that its 'pot' induced reverie had turned into a Lysergic acid nightmare which had ruined or corrupted maybe hundreds of thousands of lives. And yet, like all great lies there must have been a single pure note of Truth in all the excess and immorality.
Nothing can exist which is entirely false.
It cannot have a foothold in this world. In every lie, there must be a grain of truth . When the Holy Temple was standing, there was an event of great joy that took place during the festival of Succos. Water would be brought up from the Gihon Spring south of the Temple Mount with great ceremony and procession. It would be poured on the Altar and from there the water would descend to the depths of the earth.