The substance of unimportance:

It occurs to me that if you’re looking for what you might be, you might find someone to ask—it occurs to me that there is unfortunately no greater expert than yourself. This is as disappointing as can be, but true.

It occurs to me too, I do not think I will ever be entirely alone again having wandered through the Welsh countryside on my own, no sure destination and no one to speak to about it. The alone there is nothing I think I will match. Those were days when I was entirely in charge of myself. When I climbed hills and wandered through forests that could have held anything, from any time, over fifth century fortifications to twelfth century fortifications. What can anything be, that isn’t that, that would still be alone?

Things dissolve in these situations. Without the world telling you constantly what must be, what makes sense to be and do, you wonder if you might not have a chance at coming to your own conclusions.

It's not any kind of mystery that all religions ultimately revolve around murdering God. Christianity is the obvious example, but Buddhism involves denying the entire world-creation; Mithraism kills its god...At Troy the Gods fought men and won. In Ireland, the gods fought men and lost. People of Earth every function you perform is system, but you are a person doing it. Never forget to murder the thing you're becoming so you never forget what you are. Dear friends you have wonderful hearts, whenever you begin to focus too closely on what you should do rather than what you are, remember to do something effervescently silly so that your heart remembers--Dionysius was killed and his heart was put in clay. Remember that jobs and habitual activities are clay but let your heart beat, I cannot live in a world not filled with this thub-dub noise. I promise.

I’ll say this without a shred of dignity: I think I like poop jokes as much as anyone my age which is to say unduly, but not excessively. Not nearly as much, for example, as my girlfriend. Nevertheless, or simply the less, I can’t help but think that the coolest thing I could conceivably see would be poop on the highway. It is just possible that I would spend the entire day wondering at the mechanics. How it got there and when…probably poop no where else would make as strong a statement of reckless and abandon of function. Let us say that if there was something you wanted to leave the world, as a disappointing message, you could do worse than doing it in a place where all others are moving at 60-70 MPH. This part of the world I own because I am existing in defiance of all expectations for this part of the world, I am doing the opposite of what this was planned for, I am creating what should not be created where it should not be created YOU CANNOT OWN ME.

I think my peace comes largely from the fact that I am aware that I am not a lightweight. I’m not an expert on nearly anything, but I am educated enough on many things so that I know my opinion cannot be lightly brushed aside. I’m right often enough that I know others should think long and deeply before rejecting my thoughts. I can’t answer your questions but you might ask me to put in my two cents at some point. That makes me happy. That makes me peaceful. I think I am worth existing.

If it is illusion, what kind of bastard would take that away? Try it all. Refuse it, say it is a lie, love it, embrace it, do anything you can, it will help, I promise it will help.