Happened to hear Tom Petty’s “Won’t Back Down” just now, so excuse me if I get petty. My ears and the physical brain between them dug the Traveling Wilbury’s soundscape that largely went unnoticed back in the day, at that time. But my contemporary post-modern ears perked up when he avowed so confidently that ‘there ain’t no easy way out’.

I disagree, by way of a big paradox. In spirituality and in that rarest of rare, true religion, paradox, of course and indeed, is rife, by the way. But to get back to topic the way to get out, of course, is to go deeper within. And as to it not being easy, I beg to differ, begging like a destitute mendicant. There is nothing easier. In fact this way out is what I’ve been yearning for all my life. I was born to it. Every living moment of my life, going back to that purple vague before, since the moment that I lost the connection sometime in the vaguest vaguery [sic] of vague back there before I was I, I have been seeking and yearning, hungering and thirsting, sometimes much more clumsily than other times, but consistently clumsily, being all misfit in this disconnected world of whiners and zero-sum ‘winners’. This is especially so within that particular highly conformist corner of the world in which my karma called for me to endure and to be schooled in.

So, no Tom. No.

And even more of a paradox: once you get out you have the option to go back in, in servitude to help. So if you seek help and accept help you can shorten the seemingly endless time. But, if you go by your own volition and rely upon your truly free will you can only lengthen it. But there’s no coercion implied or applied to listen to me. None at all.