Life Must Be Rich And Full Of

There Is Universal Substance Which Is Divine Substance Because Where Else Can It Be?

But Night Would Come And With It The Mountain Moon And The Lake Would Be Moon - Laned And I'd Go Out And Sit In The Grass And Meditate Facing West, Wishing There Were A Personal God In All This Impersonal Matter.

This Is The Story Of America. Everybody's Doing What They Think They're Supposed To Do.

Lying Mouth To Mouth, Kiss To Kiss In The Pillow Dark, Loin To Loin In Unbelievable Surrendering Sweetness So Distant From All Our Mental Fearful Abstractions It Makes You Wonder Why Men Have Termed God Antisexual Somehow (p. 148)

You Guys Are Going Somewhere Or Just Going?