Deep inside is a tiny little sphincter, no different than all the
others. Happy is the one who stumbles onto this, for it opens to the
conduit, connects to the source of all things, which source connects us
all to each other. Through this conduit comes information, compassion,
love and brotherhood and harmony. Singly and in groups. For yourself or
for your companions. Or your progeny or your pets.

Now...the Mind Boys, the Ego Boys, don't want you to find this conduit.
Hence the foods, the amusements, the drugs, the manifold obsessions
offered of the hydra-handed media. If you were getting nourishment from
the source, from the conduit, if you were getting love straight from
the source, straight from the unity of all things, then you wouldn't
need to bicker for the love they tantalize over you...the paltry love-subsitute
of excitement from consumer goods, drugs, drink, thrill rides, and the like.

Do you not remember the lesson of the New Age? You can get your energy
from outside, by stealing it from others...or you can generate it from
within. You can be a producer. Being a producer is so lovely because
you get to taste it all first. You get to satisfy your appetite, drink
your fill, before you offer your goods to the world. but offer them you
will, you can't help it. it feels too fuckin good.