And Finally, if on some snowy dusk, with the sun's sloping light on
the flank of a hill, with the sun flaming back from factory windows,
you see a little child of six, a boy called Mickey Martin, standing
motionless in the middle of the road with his sled behind him,
stunned by the sudden discovery that he does not know who he is,
where he came from, what he is doing here, remember that all children
are first shocked out of the womb of a mother's world before they can
know that loneliness is their heritage and their only means of
rediscovering men and women.

- Jack Kerouac