Kerouac: Some Lost Bliss…

I’m re-reading On the Road, and rediscovered this line.  It’s haunting, and I had to share:

“The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and grown and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death.  But who wants to die?

I think when we seek the Divine, in whatever context we choose (or are thrown by geography, culture or lottery) we are often compelled by that same remembrance of some lost bliss…