Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea.

The road must eventually lead to the whole world.

ah, you always go for the ones who don't really want you

Return those shoes to the shoemaker Return this hand to my father This pillow to the pillowmaker Those slippers to the shop. That wainscot to the carpenter, But my mind my tranquil and eternal Mind Return it to whom?

But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?

And then we’ll all go off to sweet life, ‘cause now is the time and we all know time!

The beat generation (coined in Playboy)