On the Road by Jack Kerouac
This quote resonated deeply with me this week, particularly after that last post. I cleave to the idea that the communication of souls, cross-legged and staring perhaps, is possible. As such, I felt I would post it here, a lone column, a solitary ruin of my own desired temple of learned experience. Or perhaps, more optimistically, it is a way-stone, a marker beckoning one to throw down the map and explore.
I suppose the choice is, as always, ours.
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