After a very long initiation, I've come to the conclusion that initiation is overrated. The problem with any initiatic journey is initiation itself: Why, after all, is it necessary? Why are we never content in our own skin?
Consumerism robs us of our ability to define our own experience. There is a malevolent force afoot in this world, an historical movement to transform humanity's wild-begotten beauty into a panopticon so ubiquitous that the very concept of escape becomes an archaic curiosity.
[Pilgrimage to Nowhere] • "Doi Suthep is the third richest monastery in Thailand. There's a lot of tourist and other money flowing into this place." "The plot thickens." "Money…" "Intrigue…" "And embezzlement." "And murder!" "Murder?"