On Scrupulosity
Dear fellow spiritual traveler,
You made a wrong turn along the way. Maybe the map was upside down. You find yourself alone in a wilderness... that is, aside from hidden pits that make you ever vigilant; aside from tangling vines that impede your progress; aside from lonesome howling winds; and aside from the silence – the absence of the only voice you really want to hear. There is a light at the distant horizon, and you must reach it ... or maybe it was a mirage. – Why, oh why, couldn't you have been one of those crystal rubbing hippies? At least they act like they've figured it out. At least they seem... at peace?
