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I bought something on Friday.

It's a symbol of a bye-gone era's pop culture. With its bold color palette, its ability to shift and morph its insides from shape to shape, its hypnotic slow motion movement...it soothes my psyche.

That was the point. We used it in group therapy as part of our relaxation exercises and I fell in love with its power. My breathing slowed as I watched it in the darkened clinic conference room. My eyes slid from top to bottom of this iconic object, absorbing its subtle energy.

It epitomizes the cultural emphasis of its era's culture: PEACE.

Nothing else from the 1960s could have such an impact. Not a pet rock or peace sign, not a yellow smiley face or a VW van, not a blacklight or a bong (well, maybe, but I don't have first-hand knowledge of that).

People think it's silly. It's pointless. It's passe.

I don't agree. It's warm and vibrant, a symbol from a time of love, of relaxed inhibitions, of transformational music, of yearning for an end to violence.

It's not just a Lava lamp. It's a light in the darkness.

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