Eternity
He who bends to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternities sunrise.
–William Blake

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars…”

–Jack Kerouac