They need to worry and betray time with urgencies false and otherwise, purely anxious and whiny, their souls really won’t be at peace unless they can latch on to an established and proven worry and having once found it they assume facial expressions to fit and go with it, which is, you see, unhappiness, and all the time it all flies by them and they know it and that too worries them no end.
I was just looking at the jukebox. Just playing records. She said, You want to play with me?.
I said, Sure. How much?.
She says, Five bucks, two dollars for the room.
Was it nice, Jack?.
All women are nice.
Whenever I heard thunder in the mountains it was like the iron of my mother’s love.
No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength.
Topics: Solitude, Discovery
It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.
Topics: Authors & Writing
I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of The Mind vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.
I don’t know, I don’t care, and it doesn’t make any difference!
All of life is a foreign country.
Topics: Life and Living
Walking on water wasn’t built in a day.
All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.
Maybe that’s what life is… a wink of the eye and winking stars.
After all this kind of fanfare, and even more, I came to a point where I needed solitude and to just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living,’ I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds…
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
Topics: Body, Light, Madness, Live, People
Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?
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