“I have this idea that I am a saint, and I feel what God feels, and He is in an extremity beyond mine because there is an extraordinary destiny He has to achieve and He does not know if He will succeed or not because He is a part of us. He is failing because We are failing, because We are too cowardly, because We want to move too slowly, and hold to what We have, when the world, the tangible substance of God, is ready to be blown beyond existence in those radiations of hate which none of Us can contain any longer.”

– Dedicated to anyone who would rather spend their summer in an office-job than taking drugs in fields with me.