In 1973, at 22, a visit to a physic fair led to a one year training course with the Church of Divine Man who taught me to meditate with a rose and to read people with my eyes closed.  With only three weeks weeks left in the training, I quit the program .  Part of a pattern of  Meditation, Growth, Development followed by sudden reversal  creating a series of born-again beliefs and multiple identities.   

I tried leaping from rock to rock in the river but like Sisyphus, just short of the shore I would fall back into the raging waters.  I learn to swim but there was always another rock.   Another stunning blow to my intentions.

Today at 70, I feel like a flank stake, pounded into transparency and ready for the skillet, hoping to be consumed for my delicious taste and energy, allowing my physical elements to be returned to my spirit as a series of breadcrumbs across the Tardis horizon.

Icarus Mars Rock Flyby