Just for the record, I would like it known by anybody who cares that I don’t think life is a perpetual dive….We’re all stuck on this often miserable earth where life is essentially tragic, but there are glints of beauty and bedrock joy that come shining through from time to precious time to remind anybody who cares to see that there is something higher and larger than ourselves. And I am not talking about your putrefying gods, I am talking about a sense of wonder about life itself and the feeling that there is some redemptive factor you must at least search for until you drop dead of natural causes.
Lester Bangs, pulled from Sheila McClear’s “The Last of the Live Nude Girls”
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