I was having a wonderful time and the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams.

It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.

Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.

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.

We tiptoed around each other like heartbreaking new friends.

But night would come and with it the mountain moon and the lake would be moon - laned and I'd go out and sit in the grass and meditate facing west, wishing there were a Personal God in all this impersonal matter.

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy