Tuesday, November 22, 2011

kerouac

"the point being that we know what IT is and we know TIME and we know that everything is really FINE... 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 expression 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 no end. Listen! Listen!"

1 comment:

Snowbrush said...

"their souls really won't be at peace unless they can latch on to an established and proven worry"

Sometimes, I forget my identity as the observer and then I become the observation. Eventually, I am yanked back into my identity as a particular person, and then I wonder if what I had been experiencing is what death is like.