The Quest

1. The hero seeks the holy grail walking down Main Street, driving the freeway — 2. He seeks the antidote to the belief he's not enlightened. For to exist even in Your Dream, O Great Imaginer, is to glimpse every cell divine. 3. Thoughts run round the race-course in the brain, the ruts of habit, and in the grandstand the witness is horrified by the spectacle, so much traffic in these tired, old grooves. 4. And the hero sits in the garden of bewilderment, a ball of knots in his hands to unravel.