At the Paramount Theater in Aurora we were present for the Happy Together Tour concert.  Songs written in our youth, over fifty years ago were performed by The Turtles, Little Anthony, Gary Puckett, The Vogues, The Classics IV and The Cowsills. 

Arriving early we waited for the doors to open just outside the auditorium.  A female docent about our age stood with us and so I had opportunity to reminisce with her.  She mentioned the hits by Gary Puckett, how cutting, the truthful description of the sensuality entailed with male-female relationships. 

It seems to me that the artist above all other professions is charged with telling the truth about what it means “to be human,” living at a particular place and time.

Yet, not everything is to be shared.

How about you?  I mean your fatality of the heights…

…we push our
roots ever more powerfully
into the depths — into evil
— while at the same time we embrace the heavens
ever more lovingly, more broadly, imbibing their light
ever more thirstily with all our twigs and leaves.

Like trees we grow—
not in one place only but everywhere,
not in one direction but equally upward and outward and
inward and downward; our energy is at work simultaneously
in the trunk, branches, and roots;
we are no longer free to do
only one particular thing,
to be only one particular thing.

This is our fate,
as I have said;
we grow in height; and even
if this should be our fatality—
for we dwell ever closer to the lightning

–well, we do not on that account honor it less;
It remains that which we do not wish to share, to make public
the fatality of the heights,
our fatality.

–excerpt The Gay Science, Book 5, Section 371 by Friedrich Nietzsche