Out where the skies are a trifle bluer
Out where friendship’s a little truer
That’s where the West begins
Words uttered in passion contain a greater living truth than do those words which express thoughts rationally conceived. It is blood that moves the body. Words are not meant to stir the air only: they are capable of moving greater things.
Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting “holy shit…what a ride!”
I may be hurting now, but at least I’m not walking.