February dawn -- frost on the path Where I paced all winter.

Down in Denver, all I did was die.

And I said, 'That last thing is what you can't get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all.

If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.

The Beat Generation, that was a vision that we had, John Clellon Holmes and I, and Allen Ginsberg in an even wilder way, in the late forties, of a generation of crazy, illuminated hipsters suddenly rising and roaming America, serious, bumming and hitchhiking everywhere, ragged, beatific, beautiful in an ugly graceful new way.

There is universal substance which is divine substance because where else can it be?

Your Buddhism has made you mean Ray and makes you even afraid to take your clothes off for a simple healthy orgy