It was the work of the quiet mountains, this torrent of purity at my feet.
It was all completely serious, all completely hallucinated, all completely happy.
The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then.
Don't touch me, I'm full of snakes.
They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see.
Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind.