Down in Denver, all I did was die.

Let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.

Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, "God, I love you" and looked to the sky and really meant it. "I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other." To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

As we crossed the Colorado-Utah border I saw God in the sky in the form of huge gold sunburning clouds above the desert that seemed to point a finger at me and say, "Pass here and go on, you're on the road to heaven.

Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind.

We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.

The best teacher is experience and not through someone's distorted point of view