Note ~

“We seek to find new phrases; we try hard, we writhe and twist and blow; every now and then a clear harmonic cry gives new suggestions of a tune, a thought, that will someday be the only tune and thought in the world and which will raise men’s souls to joy. We find it, we lose, we wrestle for it, we find it again, we laugh, we moan. Go moan for man. It’s the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.”

Jack Kerouac, On The Road 

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