Dharma bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming all that stuff they didn’t even really want anyway such as refrigerators, tv sets, cars, and general junk you finally always see in the garbage, all of them imprisoned in a system of work-produce-consume-work-produce-consume. I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution, thousands of young americans wandering around going up to mountains to pray. Making children laugh and old men glad. Making young girls happy and old girls happier. All of them, zen lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts to keep giving visions of eternal freedom to everybody and all living creatures.
Jack Kerouac in Dharma Bums. I FUCKING love this quote.