One Must Use The Weapons One Finds

Oh If At Every Moment Of Our Lives We Could Know The Consequences Of Some Of The Utterings, Thoughts And Deeds That Seem So Trivial And Unimportant At The Time! And Should We Not Conclude From Such Examples That There Is No Such Thing In Life As Unimportant Moments Devoid Of Meaning For The Future?

Life On The Open Road Is Liberty... To Be Alone, To Have Few Needs, To Be Unknown, Everywhere A Foreigner And At Home, And To Walk Grandly And Solitarily In Conquest Of The World.

A Subject To Which Few Intellectuals Ever Give A Thought Is The Right To Be A Vagrant, The Freedom To Wander. Yet Vagrancy Is A Deliverance, And Life On The Open Road Is The Essence Of Freedom. To Have The Courage To Smash The Chains With Which Modern Life Has Weighted Us (under The Pretext That It Was Offering Us More Liberty), Then To Take Up The Symbolic Stick And Bundle And Get Out.

For Now It Seems That By Advancing Into Unknown Territories, I Entered Into My Life

I Am Full Of The Sorrow That Goes With Changes In Surroundings, Those Successive Stages Of Annihilation That Slowly Lead To The Great And Final Void.