Fragmento

"The president of the United States suddenly grows cross eyed and floats away!" I yell.
"and anchovies will turn to dust" yells Coughlin
"The Golden Gate is creaking with sunset rust" says Alvah.
"and anchovies will turn to dust" insists Coughlin
...the Zen lunacy bard of old desert parths, see the whole thing is a world full of rucksack wanderers, Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore that they need to work for the privilege of consuming, all that crap they didnt really want anyways, such as refrigerators.."

Otro:

"Great Plum Zen Master was asked what the great meaning of Buddhism was, and he said rush flowers, willow catkins, bamboo needles, linen thread, in other word hang on boy, the ecstasy´s general´s what he means, ecstasy of the mind, the world is nothing but mind and what is mind? The mind if nothing but the world goddamnit"

de: Jack Kerouac, the Dharma Bums.