Does anyone else remember that thin little book that sold gazillion some copies in the hippier-than-thou-let's-all-love-each-other early 70's?
Wow! I remember sitting there in front of a audience reciting lines like:
"How much more there is now to living! Instead of our drab slogging forth and back to the fishing boats, there’s reason to life! We can lift ourselves out of ignorance, we can find ourselves as creatures of excellence and intelligence and skill. We can be free! We can learn to fly!"
"The only true law is that which leads to freedom," Jonathan said. "There is no other."
“No, Jonathan, there is no such place. Heaven is not a place, and it is not a time. Heaven is being perfect.”
and the happy ending thing:
Jonathan Seagull discovered that boredom and fear and anger are the reasons that gull’s life is so short and with these gone from his thought, he lived a long fine life indeed.
I just remembered that story, today, out of the blue!
And I think back and realized how much I hated that fucking book!~!~!~!