I saw the best minds of my generation in half. With a fucking chainsaw. Then I rip them open and peek inside to see what made them tick. Then I absorb or otherwise assimilate what I can from the now lifeless husks and feel better, more attuned to my generation. Then I go and do my own crazy thing, with all the knowledge and not enough of the talent of those best minds. Talent, inspiration and stamina.
I saw the best minds of my generation on the television and in magazines. There were advertisements between their comments and advice.