Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can’t fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.
It all ends in tears anyway.
I’d rather hop freights around the country and cook my food out of tin cans over wood fires, than be rich and have a home or work.
I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.
I petted the dogs who didn’t argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They’re wiser than their masters.
I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing.
I felt free and therefore I was free.
Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, “God, I love you” and looked to the sky and really meant it. “I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.” To the children and the innocent it’s all the same.
Colleges being nothing but grooming schools for the middle-class non-identity which usually finds its perfect expression on the outskirts of the campus in rows of well-to-do houses with lawns and television sets in each living room with everybody looking at the same thing and thinking the same thing at the same time while the Japhies of the world go prowling in the wilderness to hear the voice crying in the wilderness.
Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.
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 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.
