The early 60’s began peaceful enough. There was the English Invasion but it came with guitars not guns and their national drink is tea which says a lot. Besides it was only four Beatles, I’ve had apartments with more roaches.
The early and mid 60’s
The Great Transformation began, Hipsters became Hippies.
Which resulted in the pilgrimage to their Mecca West.
Some traveled 1000’s of miles and arrived with flowers in their hair because some guy who wasn’t a hippie wrote a song about them. Why San Francisco was chosen remains a mystery.
The holy sacrament was freely shared, as were other things.
The summer of love was a Zen moment in time when masses of humanity were kind to one another. Love truly prevailed, I was there, it was electrifying. Moments like that don’t come by often or last long. I guess it unbalances the cosmic scale.
By the late 60’s humanity got an itchy finger and pulled the trigger of social chaos. Historically this seems to be a pattern of cosmic winds, even the weather gets involved. “Humankind follows the earth. The earth follows the heavens. The heavens follow the Tao. The Tao follows its own way.”-Lao Tzu. I believe the why of the way will remain unknown.