“There’s a fog upon L.A.,
And my friends have lost their way.
We’ll be over soon they said,
Now they’ve lost themselves instead.
Please don’t be long..”
Here’s a pretty bit of The Beatle’s word play. On the surface, a story about some friends on their way over and getting lost in the fog and hopes that they won’t take long to make it.
Who are their friends? Their fans, of course: their listeners and followers. The Beatles were not reticent to point out that the whole Beatle Mania thing: all their fanatical fans were mainly just not getting it.
They were imitating who they thought The Beatles were. Dressing like them, taking drugs, dropping out of society and becoming hippies. Never mind that the Beatles were different people practically every album.
So there was a fog-an obscured vision thing and the fans had become lost, even though they said they would make it over soon.
What was the main hang-up then?
It was, and still is this: they were not discovering individually who they were but instead were relying on some type of group identification trip, i.e., becoming hippies.
Dressing like hippies, thinking like hippies, acting like hippies and The Magical Mystery Tour was uncovering data that maybe a person’s true identity could not be discovered or given to one from without.
Therefore, if you chose to belong you might be long in making any ground in discovering whom you really are. Perhaps no one else can tell you who you are.
Maybe, in the final analysis, there is no book that is going to give you a satisfactory answer to who you are and what it’s all about. Perhaps there is no movement or group that can answer all this for you.
Perhaps it’s a DIY self sort of thing.