Ah, if I could realize, if I could forget myself and devote my meditations to the freeing, the awakening and the blessedness of all living creatures everywhere I’d realize what there is, is ecstasy.
You aren’t ever going to be anything in this world unless you do what you want to do, when you want to do it – don’t plan anything, just go out and do it.
Always pull back-and see how silly we must look to God.
To think that so much comes to so little, to think that life is really short.
Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.
There is universal substance which is divine substance because where else can it be?
While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light.
As early pioneers in the knowing, that when you lose your reason, you attain highest perfect knowing.
The tree looks like a dog, barking at heaven.
And you have been forever, and will be forever, and all the worrisome smashings of your foot on innocent cupboard doors it was only the Void pretending to be a man pretending not to know the Void.
An awful realization that I have been fooling myself all my life thinking there was a next thing to do to keep the show going and actually I’m just a sick clown and so is everybody else.
Burroughs is the greatest satirical writer since Jonathan Swift.
Something great is about to happen to me: I’m about to love somebody very much.
I see as much as doors’ll allow, open or shut.
And still the Void is still and’ll never move – But I will be the Void, moving without having moved.
For life is holy and every moment is precious.
Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.
Why did I allow myself to be bored ever in the past and to compensate for it got high or drunk or rages or all the tricks people have because they want anything but serene understanding of just what there is, which is after all so much.
Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse. I am not in the madhouse.
I’d better be a poet Or lay down dead.