Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Older Still

Well, sir, I spent last night in Jemison. Jemison, Alabama. It was all one long, rambling dream. Before I finally quit and got up around 4:30, I was confronted with good and evil and every conflict that faces us all over a lifetime.

Let me say that I learned more about me than years of therapy ever turned up and more about the world than I got from four years of geography. I saw more behind the curtain than I ever saw with the aid of psychedelics. 

To say that I'm worn out won't do.

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