It all ends in tears anyway.
You can’t live in this world but there’s nowhere else to go.
What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.
The smog was heavy, my eyes were weeping from it, the sun was hot, the air stank, a regular hell is L.A.
The silence is so intense that you can hear your own blood roar in your ears but louder than that by far is the mysterious roar which I alwas identify with the roaring of the diamond wisdom, the mysterious roar of silence itself, which is a great Shhhh reminding you of something you’ve seemed to have forgotten in the stress of your days since birth.
The mountains are mighty patient, Buddha-man.
The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.
The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.
Sociability is just a big smile and a big smile is nothing but teeth.
Pain or love or danger makes you real again.
One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.
Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.
