Chances are slender –
In a million million billion kotis
of Aeons and Incalculables, Yes,
the Turtle will set that Yoke free,
but till then, harder yet
are the chances, for a man
to be reborn a man
in this Karma earth...

-Kerouac

Praised be man, he is existing in milk and living in lilies – And his violin music takes place in milk and creamy emptiness – Praised be the unfolded inside petal flesh of tend’rest thought – (petrels on the follying wave-valleys idly sing themselves asleep) – Praised be delusion, the ripple – Praised be the Holy Ocean of Eternity – Praised be I, writing, dead already and dead again…

Praised be my fellow man, For dwelling in milk..

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh, why can't I?