“…anyway i wrote the book cos we’re all gonna die.”

Happy Birthday, Jack.

We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.
~ Jack Kerouac

“It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds.

But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all.

It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect.”

~ Jack in a letter to Edie, 1957.

“When I die I’ll be a shroud swimming in the Parade on the River, with skinny white arms and Lotus-Eyes, and that will be that, at night.”