There is an expression one uses after an exceptionally good day or night on the playa... "I won Burning Man." It means you did it right, you slipped into the flow of the universe and something magical happened.
Whenever you hear about Burning Man, you hear about the art, the peace, the spiritual enlightenment, and, most importantly, the freedom. When you hear of Burning Man, you never hear of crime, and you certainly don't hear about a rape.
Burning Man didn't suck. It didn't seem that different from past years. It had all the magic, community, sacredness, emotional center and impossible-to-describe otherworldliness that we Burners struggle to convey to outsiders.