What's In Store For Me In The

The Happiness Consists In Realizing That It Is All A Great Strange Dream.

I Was Halfway Across America, At The Dividing Line Between The East Of My Youth And The West Of My Future.

The Bus Roared On. I Was Going Home In October. Everybody Goes Home In October.

Now The Mountains Were Getting That Pink Tinge, I Mean The Rocks, They Were Just Solid Rock Covered With The Atoms Of Dust Accumulated There Since Beginningless Time. In Fact I Was Afraid Of Those Jagged Monstrosities All Around And Over Our Heads. "they're So Silent!" I Said. "yeah Man, You Know To Me A Mountain Is A Buddha. Think Of The Patience, Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years Just Sitting There Bein Perfectly Perfectly Silent And Like Praying For All Living Creatures In That Silence And Just Waitin For Us To Stop All Our Frettin And Foolin.

Great Things Are Not Accomplished By Those Who Yield To Trends And Fads And Popular Opinion.