So while I find the beauty, I know the pain and I know the dirt and the digging and while the beauty soars above my head in song, the dirty digs in a the sex of pain, the sex of life, the sex of pleasure and the sex of death in hidden tones only known by those who have been through the earth, cleansed by the water, uplifted by wings and have found a burning and sometimes satiated desire. So goes the hippie.