Attachment: thieves in the night

Last night a couple of thieves tried to steal my bike, which I am somewhat attached to.

Now I'm taking time to re-calibrate my mind with Jack

“I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of 'em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions of eternal freedom to everybody and to all living creatures ...” 

(Jack Kerouak - The Dharma Bums)

 

 

 Peace Out!