The Details Are The Life Of It,

Listen To The Silence Inside The Illusion Of The World, And You Will Remember The Lesson You Forgot

As Far As I'm Concerned The Only Thing To Do Is Sit In A Room And Get Drunk

Some's Bastards, Some's Ain't. That's The Score.

Now The Mountains Were Getting That Pink Tinge, I Mean The Rocks, They Were Just Solid Rock Covered With The Atoms Of Dust Accumulated There Since Beginningless Time. In Fact I Was Afraid Of Those Jagged Monstrosities All Around And Over Our Heads. "they're So Silent!" I Said. "yeah Man, You Know To Me A Mountain Is A Buddha. Think Of The Patience, Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years Just Sitting There Bein Perfectly Perfectly Silent And Like Praying For All Living Creatures In That Silence And Just Waitin For Us To Stop All Our Frettin And Foolin.

Don't Think Of Words When You Stop But To See Picture Better.