Once upon a time, in a place called America, some, mostly young, people had hope. They were called hopies. Many of these people believed they could save their own and their brothers' lives by ending a war in a faraway land. The hopies had young relatives called hippies. Sometimes it was hard to tell them apart because they believed many of the same things. They particularly believed that the war should end. They said things like "War is not healthy for children and other living things" and "Give peace a chance."
In 1969, a party was held in a town called Woodstock. A lot of hippies and hopies attended the party. The event seemed to take on special significance . (A movie, that no one has ever watched all the way through, was filmed at the party.) A song that was sung there asked the question about the war, "One, two, three, four...what are we fighting for?" No one in attendance had a good answer. It was a party, after all, perhaps the government should have had the answer.
The party ended after a few days. The hopies and the hippies grew old.
Many years later, a knight who was neither a hopie nor a hippie, although he could have been because he lived ath the same time, decided he wanted to be the King. He was in a race to be named King at the same time a lady, who had once been a hopie, was trying become Queen. The knight thought one of the nastiest things he could ever say about the lady, whom he desparately wanted to prevent from becoming the Queen, was that she had once been a hopie. He made fun of the party the hopies and the hippies had thrown long ago; it seems while they were having a party, although the lady who would be Queen was not actually at the party, he was being held captive in a prison. The knight thought the people would like him more because he had suffered while the hopies had simply tried to end his suffering.
The moral of the story is, why must the idealism of youth be disparaged as one grows old? Do we think less of our grown children because they once thought we were omnipotent? Are we too clever to believe we can remake the future in a more positive way? Do we get the leaders we deserve?