When we’re young, we’re easy prey for cultural assortments, doctrinal adhesions and tribal affiliations. In our unexamined middle age, our attachments hang from us like sticky notes on the door of a refrigerator.
A man does not become a man on his statutory birthday. But that is pretty much all we can muster for boys today—some date on a wall calendar. Why so thin and superficial, so uninspired and desultory? Mainly, our connection to initiatory cultures is utterly broken. We don’t know why why it would be important to introduce boys on the cusp to the other world, to the dimension of being. We think cake and candles is roughly good enough. The thing is, young men need to be initiated. That’s why so many of them die at frat parties.
An eon ago, there was concern that television could have a corrupting influence on young people. As a safeguard, various regulatory bodies were brought into being. Then the Internet popped up. What the…?
We need to follow our enthusiasms, our in-god-ness. Whether it’s an enthusiasm for sex, travel, music or magic, follow that as far as it takes you. Eventually, every road returns us to ourselves.