You guys are going somewhere or just going?

No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge.

How clear the realization one is going mad -- the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contract.

It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared.

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.

Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?

Everything is perfect on the street again, the world is permeated with roses of happiness all the time, but none of us know it. The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.