Like most others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser.
I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that some of us were
making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would
inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life
we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on
a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles. A restless idealism
on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other that kept me going.

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