The lesson, needing to be learned, was, nevertheless, very hard for those who survived and who were so young. Rebels without causes were, after that, were no longer viewed without qualificaion or so avidly. The whole youth culture was shaken to the core as they viewed, in person and on wide screen in the home or school, the havoc in the lives of people caught in the transit tube disaster.

Some were so affected, in fact, they began crossing the lines, from secular-humanist-mechanist to the religious side of the colony. This should not have amazed the secular side, but it did. They really had nothing any more to offer grieving, bewildered, meaning-seeking youth--and the grief propelled them to answers--any answers. The secularists--they could only ask questions. They were good at that--but there comes a time when questions will no longer do someone who needs to anchor himself, or else he sink and drown. For drowning, sinking youth, who really wanted to find the “Crucified One” the Sulkowsky archive identified, there was no putting them off any longer. It is unfortunate the religious half of AC had only “Ultimate Reality” and a “Supreme Being” to give them. But at least it was a start, and anything was, for practical-minded, troubled youth, better than the mechanist parents’s smug nothing--a sucking vacuum, a Black Hole that drained the light from life and the blood from their veins, because without realizing it their parents, so well-meaning, so educated, so prepared with the right things to say, robbed them of the very reason for living and doing anything at all.

Ah, where is Ricky Nelson and his garden party hurt feelings, and Ono Yoko Lemmon's hired walrus? and Howard Hughes and his Hollywood tool company and line of starlets?