Hold together, Jack, pass through everything, and everything is one dream,
one appearance, one flash, one sad eye, one crystal lucid mystery, one word-
Hold still, man, regain your love of life and go down from this mountain and
simply be-be-be the infinite fertilities of the mind of infinity, make no
comments, complaints, criticisms, appraisals, avowals, sayings, shooting
stars of thought, just flow, flow, be you all, be you what it is, it is only
what it always is- Hope is a word like a snow-drift- This is the Great
Knowing, this is the Awakening, this is Voidness- so shut up, live, travel,
adventure, bless and don’t be sorry- Prunes, prune eat your prunes- And you
have been forever, and will be forever, and all the worrisome smashings of
your foot on innocent cupboard doors is only the Void pretending to be a man
pretending not to know the Void.” Kerouac