Det är något speciellt med frihetskänslan i att kastas fram i 130 km/h på en 6-filig amerikansk highway, omsluten av kolsvart natt, utan en bil i sikte och med stereon på högsta volym.

And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, with a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness, the potent and inconceivable radiancies shining in bright Mind Essence, innumerable lotus-lands falling open in the magic mothswarm of heaven. I could hear an indescribable seething roar which wasn’t in my ear but everywhere and had nothing to do with sounds. I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn’t remember because the transitions from life to death and back are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it.” (Jack Kerouac, On the Road)


  • ulf.boman

    en sann beskrivning av Kairos.
    Och jag inser hur himla länge sedan det är jag läste On the Road. Dags för en omläsning kanske?
    en undran bara: var hittar du en 6-filig motorväg utan en bil i sikte i USA? Det går över min fattningsförmåga


    Man ger sig ut och kör klockan 1 natten mellan måndag och söndag. Fast någon enstaka bil stöter man väl på, även då.

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