Jack Kerouac..On the road..

well a lot of people have asked me why did I write that book, or any book? All the stories I wrote were true, 'cause I believed in what I saw. I was travelling west one time, at the junction of the state line of Colorada - its arid western one, and the state line of poor Utah. I saw in the clouds huge and massed above the fearing golden desert of even fall - the Great Image of God, with four finger pointed straight at me. Through halos and rolls and gold foals that were like the existence of the gleaming spear in His right hand which sayeth "C'mon boy, go thou across the ground. Go moan for Man. Go Moan. Go Groan. Go Groan alone. Go roll your bones. Alone. Go thou and be little beneath my sight. Go thou and be minutest seed in the pod Go thou go thou - die hence, and if this world report you well and truly" Anyway I wrote the book because we're all gonna die."