There was something in the air... something like hope, like electric excitement, a vision of a better life, a new society, we called it the Woodstock nation. That summer, the image of the earth hanging like a blue sapphire sparkling against the black velvet backdrop of space had changed our planetary consciousness. We were stardust, we were golden. We knew we were caught in the devil's bargain but we just HAD to get ourselves back to the garden. Mankind's time on this planet spinning in space was numbered and we saw it with sudden clear vision. The age of hatred, war, selfish gain, and greed had to come to an end. We needed a new start.