Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas - Ending Scene

There he goes...
one of God's own prototypes.
A high-powered mutant of some kind
never even considered for mass production.
- Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
- Ugh!
We're all wired
into a survival trip now.
No more of the speed
that fueled the '60s.
That was the fatal flaw
in Tim Leary's trip.
He crashed around America,
selling "consciousness expansion"...
without ever giving a thought
to the grim meat-hook realities
that were lying in wait...
for all those people
who took him seriously.
All those pathetically eager
acid freaks...
who thought they could buy peace
and understanding for three bucks a hit.
But their loss and failure...
is ours too.
What Leary took down with him was
the central illusion of a whole lifestyle...
that he helped create.
A generation of permanent cripples...
failed seekers...
who never understood the essential
old-mystic fallacy of the acid culture:
the desperate assumption
that somebody...
or at least some force...
is tending the light
at the end of the tunnel.