and I shudder sometimes to think of all that stellar mystery of how she IS going to get me in a future lifetime, wow - And I seriously do believe that will be my salvation, too. A long way to go.

In my madness I was actually in love with her for the few hours it all lasted; it was the same unmistakable ache and stab across the mind, the same sighs, the same pain, and above all the same reluctance and fear to approach.

Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.

Forgive everyone for your own sins and be sure to tell them you love them which you do.

Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind.

So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.