Ritual Is Necessary For Us To Know

Living Is The Purpose Of Life, And Meaning Can Be Found Therein. I Finds Thou. Thou Becomes It. And It Begins Again.

We'd Just Shared The Last Beer And Slung The Empty Can Out The Window At A Stop Sign And Were Just Waiting Back To Get The Feel Of The Day, Swimming In That Kind Of Tasty Drowsiness That Comes Over You After A Day Of Going Hard At Something You Enjoy Doing -- Half Sunburned And Half Drunk And Keeping Awake Only Because You Wanted To Savor The Taste As Long As You Could.

People Don't Want Other People To Get High, Because If You Get High, You Might See The Falsity Of The Fabric Of The Society We Live In.

What Do You Think You Are, For Chrissake, Crazy Or Somethin'? Well You're Not! You're Not! You're No Crazier Than The Average Asshole Out Walkin' Around On The Streets And That's It.

Then - As He Was Talking - A Set Of Tail-lights Going Past Lit Up Mcmurphy's Face, And The Windshield Reflected An Expression That Was Allowed Only Because He Figured It'd Be Too Dark For Anybody In The Car To See, Dreadfully Tired And Strained And Frantic, Like There Wasn't Enough Time Left For Something He Had To Do.