"The Haight was awash in Christian charity. These kids, simultaneously jubilant and introspective, were practicing what their elders preached. The Haight was the New Testament: animated, activated, brought to life in living color. The naivete was so thick you could cut it with a Popsicle stick -- but so apparently was Christ's. Years later, on a wild African savannah a hundred miles from even the crudest settlement, a pride of lions on one horizon, a solitary giraffe on another, I said to myself, "This is the way the world was meant to be and everything else is a mistake." I'd thought the exact same thing in San Francisco during the Summer of Love." --