The grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.

We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are...There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first.

The subject says: I see first many things which dance... then everything gradually becomes connected.

I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.

That’s what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is....Most people love you for who you pretend to be....To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretense...It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act...

We are content in the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.