Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.
Believe in the holy contour of life.
Be in love with your life, every detail of it.
Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind.
Avoid the world, it’s just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.
As early pioneers in the knowing, that when you lose your reason, you attain highest perfect knowing.
Are we fallen angels who didn’t want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?
And this is the way a novel gets written, in ignorance, fear, sorrow, madness, and a kind of psychotic happiness that serves as an incubator for the wonders being born.
And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.
And he had a nice home in Ohio with wife, daughter, Christmas tree, two cars, garage, lawn, lawnmower, but he couldn’t enjoy any of it because he really wasn’t free. It was sadly true.
All you do is head straight for the grave, a face just covers a skull awhile. Stretch that skull-cover and smile.
All things are ignorant forms of pity in a dream already ended.
