I hear you are pretty smart. I hear your accolades stick out like a skyscraper among houses. Pretty impressive. I bet you are VERY good at arguing; words are your domain.
The words 'Astrology', 'energy,' and 'yoga' sound funny to you. Yeah, I get it. I really do. I was there once. Surrounded by scientists, studying the rational arts of philosophy and sophistry. So then, what broke in me? When did poison start tasting so sweet?
Have you ever wondered why it feels so good to win an argument? Why it is that some arguments seem truer than others? You ever feel better than someone else for being smarter than them? That last question is hard for people to ask themselves.
The desire for truth rather than a desire to be right, is what broke me. I decided to cast myself into an abyss to see what I could find, and behold: The abyss is not empty. But it is dark. It's waters require a narrow gate to drink, and occasionally, coming up for air is required of us mortals. The serum is easy to drink but hard to swallow.
But I understand any reticence. The payment for truth and wisdom is not shallow, and it will ceaselessly torture. Better to keep inside the womb of society unless you wish the fate of the magician. It is a common tale told in myths, legends, and real history. It goes something like this: You will be forced into exile, trapped in your mind. Insanity is inevitable, and nobody near can help you carry your cross. You will be forced to rip out an eye and hang over a cold hellish pond: the only way to observe the gods. An eagle will eat your liver every single day and your body will be cut bare every winter. No one will understand you; others will mock you. Your contributions will only illuminate when the world is ready to observe them. Nietzsche is yet to be understood, Christ was murdered. Socrates too. You won’t be able to speak entirely of what you know, and of the things you do speak, you will sound enigmatic to the uninitiated. Your only companions will forthwith be Odin's two black ravens---'thoughts' and 'memories.' But at least you will learn to dance. You will walk on water and move the earth itself with your mind---Oh such a curse to the ego when you are solitary.
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music.”
--Friedrich Nietzsche
