Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, chapter 71
Sissy nodded in appreciation. "That's fine; that sincerely is fine. The only problem is, your pilgrims don't know that."
"Well, it's up to them to figure it out. Otherwise I'd be dishing them the same precooked and packaged pap. Everybody has got to figure out experience for himself. I'm sorry. I realize that most people require externalized, objective symbols to hang on to. That's too bad. Because what they are looking for, whether they know it or not, is internalized and subjective. There are no group solutions! Each individual must work it out for himself. There are guides, all right, but even the wisest guides are blind in your section of the burrow. No, all a person can do in this life is to gather about him his integrity, his imagination, and his individuality - and with these ever with him, out front and in sharp focus, leap into the dance of experience.
"Be your own master!
"Be your own Jesus!
"Be your own flying saucer! Rescue yourself.
"Be your own valentine! Free the heart!"
"Upon the sunny rock on which she sat in her semen-stained panties Sissy was very quiet. She supposed she had been given a lot to think about. There was, however, one more question on her mind, and eventually she asked it. "You use the word 'freedom' fairly regularly," she began. "Exactly what does freedom mean to you?"
"The Chink's reply was swift. "Why, the freedom to play freely in the universe, of course."
With that, he reached out and grabbed the elastic band that moored Sissy's underpants to her hips. She raised her legs and in one smooth motion, he pulled her panties off - and flung them over the edge of the cliff. In the Dakota mouse world, it was quite a day for aerial phenomena.