Too long for a mantra but man, they don't write like Kerouac anymore...
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn,
burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across
the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and
everybody goes ahh..."
from On the Road


