Every generation renews itself in its own way; there's always a reaction against whatever is standard.
“In California in the early Spring, There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day, The air stings like Autumn, clarifies like pain - Well, I have dreamed this coast myself.”
“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.”