We're all wired into a survival trip now, no more of the speed that fuelled the 60's. that was the flaw in Tim Leary's trip, he'd crash around America selling consciousness expansion without ever giving thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for all those people that took him seriously. All those pathetically eager acidfreaks who thought they could buy peace and understanding for 12 bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole lifestyle that he helped create. A generation of permanent cripples, failed seakers who never understood the essential old mystic falacies of the acid culture, the desperate assumption that somebody, or at least some force, was tending the light at the end of the tunnel.