Jack Kerouac (March 12, 1922 – October 21, 1969)
In a sense, I’m mad (and withdrawn from life) while they’re sane, human, normal - but in another sense, I speak from the depths of a vision of truth when I say that this continual jockeying for position is the enemy of life in itself. It may be life, ‘life is like that,’ it may be human and true, but it’s also the death-part of life, and our purpose after all is to live and be true. We’ll see.
The Stars Are Words
by Jack Kerouac
Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize
“The stars are words”
and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words,
and so is this world too.
And I realize that no matter where I am,
whether in a little room full of thought,
or in this endless universe of stars and mountains,
it’s all in my mind.
