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 the world. Whatever it meant.…And that, I think, was the handle-that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting-on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.
by Hunter S. Thompson
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The passage reflects on the significance of a moment in time, emphasizing that its true meaning may be elusive or even irrelevant. What matters most is the profound awareness of existence during that specific time and place, which transcends words, music, or memories. This recognition creates an anchoring feeling that validates one’s experience, suggesting that genuine connection is what gives moments their worth, regardless of the surrounding circumstances.

Furthermore, the passage conveys a message of optimism and inevitable triumph over negativity and opposition. The author suggests that the momentum of positive energy and a shared sense of purpose carry them forward, rendering conflict unnecessary. Instead of waging battles, there is a belief in the natural progression toward goodness and light, symbolized by "riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave," highlighting the triumph of collective spirit over adversity.

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