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The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is. If you tell a true story, you can’t be wrong. (c) Jack Kerouac

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Hear a new call and see a new horizon

Jack’s Kerouac hourney is all about feeling free and breaking the bariers to find inspiration. That’s why he is on the front page of this humble blog that’s designed to bring some romantic, some probably lost feeling of travelling on ease, and feeling a stranger in this big-big world.

“Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.”

― Jack Kerouac, The Portable Jack Kerouac