Over the years Woodstock got glorified and romanticised and became the event that symbolised Utopia. It's the last page of our collective memory of the age of innocence. Then things turned ugly and would never be the same again.
The harvest of old age is the recollection and abundance of blessing previously secured.
Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.
The human race's prospects of survival were considerably better when we were defenceless against tigers than they are today when we have become defenceless against ourselves.