You Too Must Seek The Sun.

No Monster Vibration, No Snake Universe Hallucinations. Many Tiny Jeweled Violet Flowers Along The Path Of A Living Brook That Looked Like Blake's Illustration For A Canal In Grassy Eden: Huge Pacific Watery Shore, Orlovsky Dancing Naked Like Shiva Long-haired Before Giant Green Waves, Titanic Cliffs That Wordsworth Mentioned In His Own Sublime, Great Yellow Sun Veiled With Mist Hanging Over The Planet's Oceanic Horizon. No Harm.

Night Is The Wonderful Opportunity To Take Rest, To Forgive, To Smile, To Get Ready For All The Battles That You Have To Fight Tomorrow.

Which Way Will The Sunflower Turn Surrounded By Millions Of Suns?

…we’re All Beautiful Golden Sunflowers Inside, We’re All Blessed By Our Own Seed & Golden Hairy Naked Accomplishment (sunflower Sutra)

Everybody's Serious But Me.