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  This is the blog of an aspiring twenty-something writer who, ironically, doesn’t write a whole lot. I’d like to think it’s due to lack of time and inspiration rather than laziness. Some legacy I’m building here.
  


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I nudged myself closer into the ledge and closed my eyes and thought “Oh what a life this is, why do we have to be born in the first place, and only so we can have our poor gentle flesh laid out to such impossible horrors as huge mountains and rock and empty space,” and with horror I remembered the famous Zen saying, “When you get to the top of a mountain, keep climbing.” The saying made my hair stand on end; it had been such cute poetry sitting on Alvah’s straw mats. Now it was enough to make my heart pound and my heart bleed for being born at all. — Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums