As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.

and nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old

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

cliches are truisms and all truisms are true

When the railroad trains moaned, and river-winds blew, bringing echoes through the vale, it was as if a wild hum of voices, the dear voices of everybody he had known, were crying: "Peter, Peter! Where are you going, Peter?" And a big soft gust of rain came down. He put up the collar of his jacket, and bowed his head, and hurried along.

The secret of this kind of climbing, is like Zen. Don't think. Just dance along. It's the easiest thing in the world, actually easier than walking on flat ground which is monotonous. The cute little problems present themselves at each step and yet you don't hesitate and you find yourself on some other boulder you picked out for no special reason at all, just like zen.~ Japhy

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