"Words like success and failure are someone else’s delineations. Nothing can corral eternity and we have been here for that long. Everything has. We all will be here or somewhere and something, like air or particle or the string in string theory. We are such a captured animal.

Bound about with chains of false security and so often lonely, laughing over cheap and trivial small talk for fear of being cast out or else attempting to prove to the world that our identities matter. But we need to break concrete. Turn over ancient turf and return dormant seeds to the sunshine and rain. And be patient until they reveal who they are.

I was as responsible as anyone for wallowing in safe waters, allowing memes to define me. And all the while I knew. But I hadn’t learned this deeper language of bedrock and lynx spoor or the hunt or the howl so I had to agree to the drama, the theatre of the human. That’s changed now. The whole point is to take everything so much further, to keep looking for the questions. Ripping at the throat of seeming absolutes, glibly said to be facts, to close us down and cause us to agree. I rage against that."Initiation: A Memoir