. . . and give another name to living. We could call it peace
Thirty-one years later (one Saturn return and one year later), we are still dreaming of peace. As more and more of us wake up to its reality inside our selves, we begin to morph the “external world” into harmony.
Denver’s familiar song, “Last night I had the strangest dream,” starts at about minute 2, and made me cry. Thanks to davidicke for the nudge.