Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.

For life is holy and every moment is precious.

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.

I don't wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man I wanta be enlightened by actions.

What difference does it make after all?--anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for what’s heaven? what’s earth? All in the mind.

beautiful insane in the rain

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.