Coming in from his work, he gorged himself on fried food and went to bed and to sleep in the resulting torpor.

Poetry is the utterance of deep and heart-felt truth - the true poet is very near the oracle.

If tomorrow morning by some stroke of magic every dazed and benighted soul woke up with the power to take the first step toward pursuing his or her dreams, every shrink in the directory would be out of business.

Miles later and the heat is just ferocious. Sunglasses and goggles are not enough for this glare. You need a welder’s mask.

Written By Robert M. Pirsig

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