Hit The Road, Jack

I’m re-reading The Dharma Bums and On The Road, and although I still love the way Jack Kerouac writes I find myself less enchanted by his philosophies.

Depending upon the kindness of strangers for your livelihood and indulging every whim as soon as it arises doesn’t sound like freedom and enlightenment.  It sounds like infantilism.

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