By BOB ROSCHKE

Revolution ‑ the word scares a lot of people. It scares the administration. It scares anyone who doesn't try to understand it and what it means. It implies sudden change, a revision of old ways. It means that things may not stay as comfortable for some people as they have been. It is thought of in connection with struggle, often times a violent struggle.

Love is another word that can scare people. It often makes them uncomfortable. If someone uses it in the wrong way, they are considered queer. It too can imply a revision of old ways.

Both words, and what they mean, can be misused. But what happens when the two are combined? Is it possible for one to be used constructively without the other? Love contains a lot of energy. It also makes people revolt. When a person lives in love, he fights a revolution. He attempts to destroy those things, often times ideas and institutions, which keep him from loving himself and others. People who fail to love often fear the destruction of these things. It scares them to see what love can do. It can make the black man pull himself from the oppression of a racist society. It can make the high school student fight for the right to be an individual. It can end the war.

By using this energy correctly, people can destroy anything that keeps them from loving. It can and has happened in many places. It's happened at Maine West in several instances. People are seeing the need to join together, and they're breaking down a lot of walls and barriers. People are communicating and interacting with each other.

As the struggle, the revolution, continues, celebration is needed to reaffirm our unity. We can, and should, celebrate our ability to be individuals capable of love. The Jefferson Airplane has put it well:

"Look what's happening in the streets
Got a revolution, got a revolution.
Hey, I'm dancing down the street.
Got a revolution, got a revolution.
Ain't it amazing all the people I meet?
Got a revolution, got a revolution.
One generation got old,
One generation got soul,
This generation's got no destination as a whole.
‑Pick up the cry!"