Thinking is not enough.

Nothing is.

There is no final enough wisdom, experience -

any fucking thing.

No Holy Grail, no Final Satori,

no final solution.

Just conflict.

Only thing can resolve conflict is love,

like I felt for Fletch and Ruski, Spooner and Calico.

Pure love.

What I feel for my cats present and past.

Love?

What is it?

The Most natural painkiller that there is.

LOVE.

William Burroughs

 Forest Dweller                                                                                      

    by Mikko Raima