Sometimes you don’t see the ball coming straight at your face until it hits you straight in the face. Correction: not sometimes — almost always. The art of a well-aimed blow. The path dissociates itself from the one walking it. I had had so little time to stop that I hadn’t noticed it, but now the trail I was on was going uphill. I hadn’t realized it, but it had become so steep that it looked like stone cliffs with no visible path at first glance. Correction, it didn’t look

Go inward, understood... How? — asked a voice inside me, notebook and pen in hand, as if the answer to “going inward” were less difficult. Of course, it’s not, it’s only step two. Because clearly, it’s also not about “going inward” while repeating the same pattern, pretending that spiritual matters can fill the vacant space left by the “material” matters of the Ego’s path. It’s not an exchange; it’s more of a shift in logical understanding, direction, and method. Days passed,