Esa sensación

[]Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and world. Whatever it meant . . .

History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of "history", it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time-and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.

de Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, by Hunter S. Thompson