OK, here’s a question for you. Back in the day (my day, that is! Long long ago and far, far away...) everywhere you looked you saw “BE.” It was on plaques, in sculptures, scribbled on walls, and an acquaintance even wrote it below her signature like many write hearts or other doodles. If you’re old enough to remember this tidbit from the era of hippies and flower children, tell me .... what the heck did it mean?
I once said that I liked it, because to me it meant to really BE, to live life fully, to do more than exist. And I was told that wasn’t what it meant at all. So I asked what it meant. The answer? “If you don’t know, it can’t be explained.” Sheesh.
That was the “age of enlightenment,” but apparently the enlightenment was only for a select few. I thought any word was open to interpretation, but apparently that one wasn’t! Confusing! I felt like I was being denied the secret password that would admit me to the tree house. So I kept my thoughts to myself, enjoyed my own interpretation and lived happily ever after; till today when I began wondering again. I've looked on the internet, but didn't find anything about it.
Is there anyone out there who was admitted to the club and is now willing to break the silence? I don't want to be the only aging flower child who doesn't know!