I read all the time, so much and it all somewhat sinks in but once in awhile, I read something and it blows my mind and that's the moment that I realize, that's why I read. That's why no matter what I read, I love it and respect the art form that it is. I can't draw, I can't sing, I can't dance, writing is my art.
"What difference does it make after all?
- anonymity in the world of men is
better than fame in heaven, for what's heaven?
what's earth? All in the mind." ...
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
That sums up my entire life, beliefs and cynicism for the past 10 years. I bow down to the Beat Generation. I FINALLY, FINALLY, FINALLY read Jack Kerouac and I bow down.