Rocks Are Space, And Space Is Illusion.

That's The Story Of My Life Rich Or Poor And Mostly Poor And Truly Poor.

Something Good Will Come Out Of All Things Yet — And It Will Be Golden And Eternal Just Like That.

Forgive Everyone For Your Own Sins And Be Sure To Tell Them You Love Them Which You Do.

This Was Really The Way My Whole Road Experience Began, And The Things That Were To Come Are Too Fantastic Not To Tell.

The Four Inevitabilities: 1. Musty Books. 2. Uninteresting Nature. 3. Dull Existence. 4. Blank Nirvana, Buy That Boy.