We enter the woods because nothing in the natural world has a strategy.
We’ve got to go deeper than what happens, aka the news of the day. What’s underneath all that? What’s going on a fathom or two below the froth and roar of the surf?
The first freedom is freedom from negativity.
First we summited, then we spelunked.
It is impossible to fail on purpose. The man who does this has, after all, succeeded. Failure is the Paschal mystery. It’s where the new me is forged.