The sixties were a self-centered era. But then came the seventies and the eighties and the nineties. These decades not only matched the sixties in self-indulgence they were ever moreso and therefore ever more ME so. . .

And so, I simply accepted that that was that. . . That not only was good about me but also bad and indifferent were about Me. . . Everything is about me in this age when, self-righteously, even nothing is about me. . .