Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.
Jack KerouacThe air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.
Jack KerouacI felt the sensation of each of the directions I mentally and emotionally turned into amazed at all the possible directions you can take with different motives that come in like it can make you a different person โ Iโve often thought of this since childhood of suppose instead of going up Columbus as I usually did Iโd turn into Filbert would something happen that at the time is insignificant enough but would be like enough to influence my whole life in the end? โ Whatโs in store for me in the direction I donโt take?
Jack Kerouac