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Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn

“But going over the bridge, the sun setting, the skyscrapers gleaming

We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever

Before enlightenment, chop wood and carry water. After enlightenment, chop

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the

There is no suffering, no accumulation, no annihilation, no path There

Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe

The newspapers are full of stories which lack any kind of logic but which

This is me (back when I was a bit fatter) about to be attacked by a cow

Form is emptiness and the very emptiness is form; emptiness does not differ

Go right ahead and call in some ignorant psychoanalyst. You just do that.

The Inca is staring at the sun. Not as a challenge, as his priests fear,

February 15 is Saint Faustino, patron of cuckolds and singles around the