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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.

I Swore I'd Be In Chicago Tomorrow, And Made Sure Of That, Taking A Bus To Chicago, Spending Most Of My Money, And Didn't Give A Damn, Just As Long As I'd Be In Chicago Tomorrow.

The Fact Was I Had The Vision... I Think Everyone Has... What We Lack Is The Method.

It's All Too Much And Not Enough At The Same Time.

I Don't Know, I Don't Care, And It Doesn't Make Any Difference.