How to meditate – lights out – fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine, the gland inside of my brain discharging the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as I hap-down and hold all my body parts down to a deadstop trance – Healing all my sicknesses – erasing all – not even the shred of a "I-hope-you" or a Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought comes a-springing from afar with its held-forth figure of image, you spoof it out, you spuff it out, you fake it, and it fades, and thought never comes – and with joy you realize for the first time "Thinking's just like not thinking – So I don't have to think any more"
- The Portable Jack Kerouac by Jack Kerouac
- The Portable Jack Kerouac by Jack Kerouac
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