Mine was the generation of "Make love, not war." It wasn't just the draft and the atrocities of Vietnam we protested, but the inhumanity of corporate culture, racism, homophobia, and the depressing predictability of ticky-tacky suburban lives. We sang, "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with." And we didn't just mean give them flowers.
We were rejecting the ethos of acquisition, meaning both materialism and possessive relationships. We were aiming higher, toward a world in which all deeds and choices would be valued according to how they affected the balance of love in the world.
I would give anything and everything to be in love again. And even more to be in a world where love is honored over money.