The ancient paths that I have been circling of late have encouraged me to return home.
Because I have not yet dared to engage deeply, should I let myself slip back to a place of safety and callowness, a hollow from which I once slothily emerged?
On countless levels, that might appear to be no great misadventure or even an untimely or defining loss. Truth be known, I may yet be persuaded of my own inexhaustible moral superiority and uncanny mortal triumph to find myself now at such a moment of choosing – a womb of final ordination.
And yet .