My writing professor Jed, from Phoenix College recommend this book to me. I read it on assignment. In the meantime, my friend Lucky got me a copy of Lonesome Traveler which I have not yet cracked. The legend is he just pretty much sat down and wrote this book on a long piece of paper. I am ready for some more Kerouac, beatpoet.
At first I thought perhaps the story behind the book was more fascinating than the one in the book. I had another think coming. Raw alive and now, young men on the road, penniless, perhaps Eckart Tolle was a driver in one of those buses or taxis cruising through the now, eyes wide open free from anything common, where everything happens at least every other day.
I think we all long for radical freedom, like Janice Joplin, just another word for nothing left to loose. Sometimes my soul doesn't want to pay the price to have so much to loose. Jack took me on a ride, across life back and forth a few times, fast too.
Another piece of American literature I missed out on by not going to college! I'm catching up, one classic at a time baby.
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