What I want is to open up. I want to know what’s inside me. I want everybody to open up. I’m like an imbecile with a can-opener in his hand, wondering where to begin – to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I’m sure of it.

I know it because I feel so marvelous myself most of the time. And when I feel that way everybody seems marvelous. Everybody and everything. Even pebbles and pieces of cardboard, a match stick lying in the gutter, anything, a goat’s beard, if you like. That’s what I want to write about. And then we’re all going to see clearly, see what a staggering, wonderful, beautiful world it is.