You tell God the Father it was a kindness you done. I know you
hurtin' and worryin', I can feel it on you, but you oughta quit on it now.

Because I want it over and done. I do. I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the
road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to
be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm
tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and
hear in the world everyday. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass
in my head all the time. Can you understand?

Scream!
Scream like you never have before
Scream!
Scream till you can't scream anymore
Scream!
Scream like your throat is bleeding
Scream!
Scream till your heart stops beating
Scream for me!

"The trick is to feel with your eyes, " he said. "Your problem now is that you don't know what to feel. It'll come to you, though, with practice."
"Perhaps you should tell me, what I am supposed to feel."
"That's impossible."
"Why?"
"No one can tell you what you are supposed to feel. It is not heat, or light, or glare, or color. It is something else."
"Can't you describe it?"
"No. All I can do is give you the technique. Once you learn to separate the images and see two of everything, you must focus your attention in the area between the two images. Any change worthy of notice would take place there, in that area."
"What kind of changes are they?"
"That is not important. The feeling that you get is what counts. Every man is different. You saw glitter today, but that did not mean anything, because the feeling was missing. I can't tell you how to feel. You must learn that yourself."

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