There are no laws, there are no rules, just grab your friend and love him.
Music is your only friend until the end...
The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.
You feel your strength in the experience of pain.
The grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.
The best songs come unasked for. You don't have to think about them . . . Summer is good for songs. When it's real warm, if you have a sense of freedom, not a lot on your mind, and a feeling there's plenty of time, it just seems to be a good climate for music.