People are terrified to be set free - they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their security... How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don't really want to be free?

Cinema returns us to anima, religion of matter, which gives each thing its special divinity and sees gods in all things and beings. Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul.' When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence.

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

You know the day destroys the night, Night divides the day, Tried to run, Tried to hide, Break on through to the other side...

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.