EKART 

Come up out of your toilet!  Come with me, brother, away 
from this filth.  Come with me out on the roads, the long, 
brown roads of the earth, under skies bigger than any you've dreamed of!  Roads that go everywhere and nowhere, because they do not end!  That will take us to other lands, other taverns, other people that will make your skin crawl with the newness of it all!  And after, sleeping in the hay, in a field, and watching the dawn come, your body warmed by the soft bodies of the cattle, and then the sun burns your eyes, and flows into your soul.  Come with me to the forests, the worlds of trees, so endless and so high that your soul shrinks, till you're so small you don't exist any more, and God has forgotten you and the trees don't care, and you disappear and nothing matters any more and suddenly you're free...Do you know that sky you talk about?  Have you ever been close to it?  Come with me to the mountains, to stand on the mountains and touch the sky!