Looking Distortion in the Eyes

“I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.” - Jack Kerouac

  

If this never happens then why don't we push it to the limit and walk together under strawberry-colored skies... If the self is only an idea, then physicality dilutes that which is ontological... If the dream has already ended, then striving is supervacuum... If we are never really born, then we never really become... If we never really die, then we never really stops...  If everything is ecstasy then why do some people scream when they hit the ground... If it is perfect, then lie down with me...

Jack...oh Jack...you and I will have to meet soon...battle of wits...followed by a steaming intercourse...ending exactly where we begin...

I will meet you then tomorrow...under that pine tree in North Carolina...

For now, I have a character to perform... 

Lights...camera...action...