Picture via Pixdaus found at Smashing Magazine.

Please to enjoy your pagan holidays and all their variations…

One night in a meditation vision Avalokitesvara the Hearer and Answerer of Prayer said to me “You are empowered to remind people that they are utterly free” so I laid my hand on myself to remind myself first and then felt gay, yelled “Ta,” opened my eyes, and a shooting star shot. The innumerable worlds in the Milky Way, words. I ate my soup in little doleful bowlfuls and it tasted much better than in some vast tureen . . . my Japhy pea-and-bacon soup. I took two-hour naps every afternoon, waking up and realizing “none of this ever happened” as I looked around my mountaintop. The world was upsidedown hanging in an ocean of endless space and here were all these people sitting in theaters watching movies, down there in the world to which I would return. . . .

Jack Kerouac – The Dharma Bums

Rereading ‘On the Road,’ without the baggage
Paul Wilner
Sunday, September 2, 2007

“I think Marylou was very, very wise leaving you, Dean,” one of his wives’ friends lectures him. “You have absolutely no regard for anybody but yourself and your damned kicks. All you think about is what’s hanging between your legs and how much money or fun you can get out of people, and then you just throw them aside.”

I’m back, dear reader. Sabbatical over.