remembered:

"I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, 
concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree 
in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that 
Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream. 
Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds.
But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright 
forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands 
and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence 
inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson 
you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds 
long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. 
It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do 
with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: 
Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. 
It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. 
I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, 
they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? 
Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence 
of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because 
it was never born." 
Selected Letters 1957-1969 and is a letter he wrote to his first wife, Edie in 1957." 
— Jack Kerouac (The Portable Jack Kerouac)