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And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, with a phantom dogging it's own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of un created emptiness, the potent and inconcievable radiancies shining in bright Mind Essence, innumerable lotus lands falling open in the magic mothswarm of heaven. I could hear the indescribable seething roar which wasn't in my ear but everywhere and had nothing to do withsounds. I realized I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn't remember especially because the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it. I realized it was only because of the stability of the intrinsic Mind that these ripples of birth and death took place, like the action of wind on a sheet of pure, serene, mirror like water. I felt sweet swinging bliss like a shot of heroin in the mainline vein; like a gulp of wine late in the afternoon and it makes you shudder, my feet tingled. I thought I was going to die the very next moment. But I didn't die...

-Jack Kerouac On the Road

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