leaving the South as a "sweet Southern boy" to hitch out west searching for...
I could barely then imagine what I was doing, though I felt I had to...
'testing of self' for sure...but that was about all my Southern upbringing allowed me to conceive.
I somehow at the time came to believe that sitting on a mountain allowed one's mind to calm (whatever I thought that would mean or bring), so I headed for the Rockies...
now, four decades later, reading history and lit on lit of pilgrimage, travel, adventure, quest...I can understand such historically, philosophically, religious/spiritually, though less certainly in regards to literature per se.
the trip in July on to Mt Tai was a kind of culminatory continuation of that vague need years ago -- which took me then, alone, to the peak of a Colorado mountain -- but now to the top of that Taoist mountain with conscious intent. (Still alone.)
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