A year before he died, Johnny Cash recorded a version of the Nine Inch Nails song “Hurt.” I listened to this song yesterday. Twice. It brought me closer to tears than I’ve been in a dry while.
If the path you’re on is well marked, fully serviced, highly recommended and made pleasant by the presence of other sojourners, you’re on the wrong path. Krishnamurti: “The Truth is a pathless land.”
The way home is hard, narrow and treacherous; there are switchbacks, loose rock and steep inclines. “Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself.”
Alone is bespoken, an existential fact. Lonely is a loose and promiscuous fiction.
Men who love themselves do not contradict (from the Latin for speak against) themselves. Self-criticism is truly the grievous error. Many have perished out there, on the hot sands of their own contempt.