On the desperate pain of endless seeking
INITIATION? The year was 2004. Blindfolded, knees knocking, heart beating fast, maddening images of terror flashing through my imagination, I sat in the cold lobby, waiting for the initiation to start. It was the first of many I’d undergo. Maybe it was the sense of adventure, or the unfathomable curiosity about the unknown that drove my quest. I…
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