...we all must admit that everything is fine and there's no need in the world to worry, and in fact we should realize what it would mean to us to UNDERSTAND that we're not REALLY worried about ANYTHING.

And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.

equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha

It ain't whatcha write, it's the way atcha write it.

listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

colleges being nothing but grooming schools for the middle-class non-identity which usually finds its perfect expression on the outskirts of the campus in rows of well-to-do houses with lawns and television sets in each living room with everybody looking at the same thing and thinking the same thing at the same time while the Japhies of the world go prowling in the wilderness to hear the voice crying in the wilderness, to find the ecstacy of the stars, to find the dark mysterious secret of the origin of faceless wonderless crapulous civilization.