Book: Big Sur

How many votes in the Creek, just incredible: from the deep thunder of the kettledrums to light women's babble on the shallow rocks, sudden choruses of other voices from the log dam clip-splash the night away, all day.

In such places it is better to be alone, right? And when the crowd, as if something is defiled, that is not the case in us and not someone personally... but these trees are such a sad beauty that they like can be insulting, shouting or even just talking.

And I imagine that God is currently doing the same, twirling his own movie, which is us.

The love of the world always fills me with some pride. Hate much easier.

never have had to ask myself: "O, what torments me Lord?", so to be alone, to travel, to talk with the waiters, in fact, in Milan, Paris, just talk to waiters, hang out, not to impose more agony... It's time to reflect, to observe, to concentrate on the fact that after all this, the surface of the Earth, which we now know were covered with a layer of debris, as over a billion years - Yeah, so a little more solitude, go Back to childhood, just eat apples and read the Catechism, sitting on the curb of this hell, lit the hot spotlights of Hollywood.