Pilgrimage to Plumwood Mountain

March 17, 2011

Our journey faced numerous trials. There were land leeches and tiger snakes, bully drivers and boggy trails. We warily excreted in the bush. We were tempted by wine and laughter, and indeed we succumbed. We were chaste and frugal and artificial and organic. We metabolised and inhaled. We slept by the fire, chatted in the mist. We paid our respects to a remarkable spirit. We submitted to ascesis and were rewarded with illumination. The philosopher became a saint. Our return was seared by the sun and washed in unpacific waters.


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