and the stars were icicles of mockery

I'm Catholic and I can't commit suicide, but I plan to drink myself to death.

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.

The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.

Everything is ecstasy inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind [it] is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.

Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live.

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