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This is my dog playing dress up.
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| and this is Where the Road Begins | Jan. 26th, 2004 @ 10:34 am |
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"You realize that a man can take a train and never reach his destination, that a man has no destination at the end of the road, but that he merely has a starting point on the road——which is Home. You see it all, this epic of mankind before your eyes; it is a limpid and awful truth, it has a naked and beautiful reality. You are now a man, little madman. When you left, four months ago, you were but a child——you with your high ideals and mad dreams. Now, I hope that you see everything, that you will from now on read it in the faces of the passengers of the world, the faces that comet across the surface of the Earth, forever searching for the destination. I hope, little madman, that you realize that the destination is really not a tape at the end of a straight-away racing course, but that it is a tape on an oval that you must break over and over again as you race madly around. And whether you give up the race after circumventing the swarming oval once, or whether you continue through the marathon alleys of life——whichever you do, little madman, you shall always return to the place where the road began.
"For the place where the road began is composted of infantine hallucinations and youthful ambition, and these are deathless elements that remain with you forever.
"This Home that I speak of, madmen, may be anywhere on earth. It is the soul of Man, I think, and it is a component, a mixture, a swarming vat-like concoction of all the ideals of Man, embodied upon one portion of the Earth's crusty integument, and thrust upwards in a gesture of terrible finality and beauty that shall forever beckon."
——excerpted from Where the Road Begins
one of Kerouac's early stories included in Atop an UnderwoodCurrent Mood:  calm |
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