For those who were, or are, out there, and are wracking your brain, trying to ID the expression, it goes far back into a tradition of being obtuse and secretive, about what we did or do. The time comes, when the luster of this practice, once called Turning, leaves us wanting, and Turning becomes a necessary chore. Some say the chore and necessity are only a psyching. When flower children burned flower tops, and worshiped sacred things, like peace and love, there were brain cells burning, and a lot of memories went with them. There were half baked ideas to believe in, half formed causes to firm up, and we must not forget all the Yoga and Zen to catch up on. Everybody had a stash, and a cause, and Jack Kennedy had invoked us.