For eons there were only the Ancestors. They wore fedoras, called women "dames", and lived out their lives entirely in black and white. Then the Youth came, and made things colorful, and declared: if it feels good, do it.
Then the Youth came, and made things colorful, and declared: if it feels good, do it. This is not of course the true history of the world, but it is my history. It has long seemed to me that every generation is locked in a fixed temporal frame.
It has long seemed to me that every generation is locked in a fixed temporal frame.