I Feel Alone, Free, And Detached From

Death Does Not Frighten Me, But Dying Obscurely And Above All Uselessly Does.

A Subject To Which Few Intellectuals Ever Give A Thought Is The Right To Be A Vagrant, The Freedom To Wander. Yet Vagrancy Is A Deliverance, And Life On The Open Road Is The Essence Of Freedom. To Have The Courage To Smash The Chains With Which Modern Life Has Weighted Us (under The Pretext That It Was Offering Us More Liberty), Then To Take Up The Symbolic Stick And Bundle And Get Out.

The Farther Behind I Leave The Past, The Closer I Am To Forging My Own Character.

I Feel Alone, Free, And Detached From Everything In The World, And I'm Happy.

I Will Only Ever Be Drawn To People Who Suffer From That Special And Fertile Anguish Called Self-doubt, Or The Thirst For The Ideal, And Desire For The Soul's Mystical Fire. Self-satisfaction Because Of Some Material Accomplishment Will Never Be For Me. The Truly Great Are Those Who Quest For Better Spiritual Selves.