I'm afraid I wasn't much of a student, but my casual reading was enormous.

It's time to make love, douse the glim; The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together Like birds of a feather, And the loin lies down with the limb.

We are the ghosts of the singing furies .

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.

I always hankered to be a composer - I was mad about music, though I never studied seriously, and can't read a note. But I learned to play the piano and became pretty skillful at improvisation, especially after a drop or two.

I've tried it long ago, with hashish and peyote. Fascinating, yes, but no good, no. This, as we find in alcohol, is an escape from awareness, a cheat, a momentary substitution, and in the end a destruction of it.

For in this walk, this voyage, it is yourself, the profound history of your 'self,' that now as always you encounter.