How can I tell you about spirituality? Of course I can’t. I can’t at all. Not in the least bit. It is not a tellable or knowable thing, of course. And, of course, if I try I will provoke you anyway. Apartheid much, holy ones?

Well, what can I tell you then? I can tell you this: the ones who are barking up the wrong tree are the very ones who wholeheartedly insist upon devotion to that very particular tree. How do I know they are barking up the wrong tree? Well, simple. Barking up any particular tree is wrong.

They are fundamentally misled about the very nature of barking itself. Barking is an eternal joy. Barking is everywhere. It is an experiential joy. But you can’t tell them. The theory is the belief is the practice and all three! and more are dogmatically wrapped up into the one tree which contains all to them. They only see the signs and signifiers and perks of being in touch with all, being specially touched indeed. The nuts don’t fall far from the tree.

Moreover,‘tis the written down. And be careful in a self-preserving way to approach them with any of this. Protecting that precious specifically devoted bark is a bite.