It gladdens my heart to see that some of you are more concerned with how I may react to what you say than what you are actually saying. Very touching, indeed. I only wish I could return the favor. However, I cannot, but I would like to share with you why.
"And it's not even the beginning of it...although that matters little to us, the point being that we know what IT is and we know TIME and we know that everything is really FINE." Then he whispered, clutching my sleeve, sweating, "Now you just dig them in front. They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see. But 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 expressons 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 to no end..."
-Jack Kerouac, "On the Road"
It was a summer day in 1989 when I opened my soul to what Kerouac was saying in this paragraph. Almost at the instant, the weight of the world was lifted off my shoulders, and I have been oh so peaceful ever since.
"And it's not even the beginning of it...although that matters little to us, the point being that we know what IT is and we know TIME and we know that everything is really FINE." Then he whispered, clutching my sleeve, sweating, "Now you just dig them in front. They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see. But 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 expressons 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 to no end..."
-Jack Kerouac, "On the Road"
It was a summer day in 1989 when I opened my soul to what Kerouac was saying in this paragraph. Almost at the instant, the weight of the world was lifted off my shoulders, and I have been oh so peaceful ever since.