Toe the party line; share the booty.
Cross the party line; get stubbed.
One day, a few days after the liberation, I walked through the country past flowering meadows, for miles and miles, toward the market town near the camp. Larks rose to the sky and I could hear their joyous song. There was no one to be seen for miles around; there was nothing but the wide earth and sky and the larks’ jubilation and the freedom of space.
I stopped, looked around, and up to the sky—and then I went down on my knees. At that moment there was very little I knew of myself or of the world—I had but one sentence in mind—always the same: “I called to the Lord from my narrow prison and He answered me in the freedom of space.”
Man’s Search For Meaning by Victor Frankl
Walking in the park just the other day, what do you think I saw? Crowds of people sitting on the grass with flowers in their hair. –Misty Mountain Hop by Led Zeppelin
Very evocative, that quote from Frankl.
Evocative – bringing strong images, memories, or feelings to mind.
Yes, I remember one of the first times getting stoned, dropping to my knees in the communal kitchen, and loudly proclaiming, “This is it! This is it!” I assume my college housemates were in the same state of mind. It was good stuff.