Sublime

The trick is to convince yourself that the road is life, making restlessness peace, uprootedness home, like Sal: “The car was swaying as Dean and I both swayed to the rhythm and the IT of our final excited joy in talking and living to the blank tranced end of all innumerable riotous angelic particulars that had been lurking in our souls all our liv

Gary Snyder

I have to let go, breathe out, and lose my breath in order to have breath. So you might say that the whole idea of clinging is put in the metaphor of trying to hold on to one’s breath, trying to hold on to one’s life, refusing to let one’s self go.

Almost on crossing the Ohio line it seemed to me that people were more open and more outgoing. The waitress in a roadside stand said good morning before I had a chance to, discussed breakfast as though she liked the idea, spoke with enthusiasm about the weather, sometimes even offered some information about herself without my delving. Strangers tal

See, I’m no scholar. I have no special skill in speaking or thinking. I only understand listening and piety; I’ve learned nothing else. If I were able to say and teach this, I might be a wise man, but as it stands, I am only a ferryman, and it is my task to ferry people across the river.