It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies

For the first time in my life the weather was not something that touched me, that caressed me, froze or sweated me, but became me.

Don't touch me, I'm full of snakes.

And still the Void is still and'll never move - But I will be the Void, moving without having moved.

Why did I allow myself to be bored ever in the past and to compensate for it got high or drunk or rages or all the tricks people have because they want anything but serene understanding of just what there is, which is after all so much.

The bus roared through Indiana cornfields that night; the moon illuminated the ghostly gathered husks; it was almost Halloween. I made the acquaintance of a girl and we necked all the way to Indianapolis. She was nearsighted. When we got off to eat I had to lead her by the hand to the lunch counter. She bought my meals; my sandwiches were all gone. In exchange I told her long stories.

I see as much as doors'll allow, open or shut.