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Sunflower Sutra

I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the

To be free, as I then knew myself to be, is to realize that all conquest

who wandered around and around at midnight in the railway yard wondering

The world is what it is, no less and no more, and therein lies its entire

For a hundred years or more the world, our world, has been dying. And not

“It may be that we are doomed, that there is no hope for us, any

Salinger was not a happy person. I guess being rich, successful and famous–not

To me a heaven would be a big bull ring with me holding two barrera seats

I wonder what your idea of heaven would be — A beautiful vacuum filled

We arrived at Council Bluffs at dawn; I looked out; all winter I’d been

La libertad, Sancho, es uno de los mas preciados dones que a los hombres

“Under the desert sun, in the dogmatic clarity, the fables of theology