Originally Posted by
jon1jt
i'm on that mountain too and see those clouds and sky you're talking about. i think Thoreau was right when he implied that the sky is not a ceiling, but that we can go right through it. next time you're near a lake, look into it's reflection. There is essence, jump right in, naked! :)
good point about Dharma Bums---if you read Kerouac's Desolation Angels, it's actually two books that his publisher encouraged him to publish together. bad move. anyway, the first section picks up at the end of Dharma Bums as he heads for the mountain to watch forest fires. in the second he comes down from the mountain and shortly later On The Road is published and on its way to becoming a bestseller.
Eleven years later, Kerouc dies from severe stomach bleeding induced by years of heavy drinking.
maybe he should have stayed on the mountain, maybe not.
In a letter seven years earlier, he wrote to a friend:
"I thought I was dying last summer when I started throwing up blood but I decided then and there in bed that I didn't give a s### about anything but heaven anyway..."
RIP, Jack