6th May

From a well-worn path we step into fog wherin
lies precipices, quagmires, and howling wilderness.
We must learn to walk on, through nonsense to a noble
Non-sense, from the tram lines of a settled mind, through
the trackless desert of no meaning, to the freedom of
"a mind that alights nowhere," and is based forever on
No-thought, No-purpose, and No-difference of any kind.
Christmas Humphreys.
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