A lot of beautiful people are alcoholics or recovering alcoholics. Nice to know that so many " find God " at last - in their own way. I guess it is true what Dostoevsky said : " If God does not exist , everything is permitted "- even the hopeless hell of an alcoholic on a long journey to the end of the night .
Tolstoy connected alcoholism with a bad conscience or the need to silence it.
Freud was right about the unconscious mind -it has dark mysterious depths . It can be as lonely as a lost astronaut in intergalactic space -waiting to be sucked into the nearest black hole. Somewhere there must be escape from the void, somewhere a divine helper.
The alcoholic needs to know that his life has meaning, her life has meaning.The mind is its own place -where a heaven or hell it can make.
A desperate alcoholic must communicate this thought : have a kind thought for me.
[ " Kerouac’s mother raised her children in the richness of an old-world,
pre-Vatican II Catholicism that shaped Kerouac’s imagination and
identity in profound ways.
Though Kerouac wrote many other books, he will be forever remembered for On the Road, which he described as “really a story about two Catholic
buddies roaming the country in search of God.
' And we found Him.' This
would shock many of my students; it probably surprises anyone who has
read this episodic story of sordid love affairs, drugs, jazz, fast cars
and madness. In his own lifetime, critics and the media berated Kerouac
as a degenerate, even when he claimed in all sincerity, 'all I write
about is Jesus.' " ]
Alcohol killed beautiful soul Jack Kerouac
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Freud was right about the unconscious mind -it has dark mysterious depths . It can be as lonely as a lost astronaut in intergalactic space -waiting to be sucked into the nearest black hole. Somewhere there must be escape from the void, somewhere a divine helper.
The alcoholic needs to know that his life has meaning, her life has meaning.The mind is its own place -where a heaven or hell it can make. A desperate alcoholic must communicate this thought : have a kind thought for me.
[ " Kerouac’s mother raised her children in the richness of an old-world, pre-Vatican II Catholicism that shaped Kerouac’s imagination and identity in profound ways.
Though Kerouac wrote many other books, he will be forever remembered for On the Road, which he described as “really a story about two Catholic buddies roaming the country in search of God.
' And we found Him.' This would shock many of my students; it probably surprises anyone who has read this episodic story of sordid love affairs, drugs, jazz, fast cars and madness. In his own lifetime, critics and the media berated Kerouac as a degenerate, even when he claimed in all sincerity, 'all I write about is Jesus.' " ]