"Doubt is a condition of life quaking in the bone because the bone is on fire." - Jack Kerouac, some of the dharma

Saturday, June 4, 2011

How do you explain it?

Why do people feel compelled to stare at the sky? Why are we intrigued by trains, ands whistles in the night? Why are we so similar?
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