After forty odd years of struggle, I do think I finally understand an essence that drives loose cannons like Hitler, Ted Kaczinski , and Pat Robertson. If people don't want to go along with the programs, or the programs fail, there's the implicit threat that the tiger can always destroy all of it, every last bit of it, for everybody. I still can't really believe, though, in whatever defect it is said there must be in the rest of us, which makes us keep coming back to listen to more. What I think about things just isn't necessarily the point here. If you follow the pointers, and something clicks in you didn't see before, or, even worse, you challenge the ideas but the whole point of view clicks in, well, now, that's almost everything.
Summit Lake is a place for reflection, but it's also a place for just listening and watching.
There is stuff out there besides you and me. I like to listen to the winds whistling through the pines four miles away just on the threshold of hearing, and small waves lapping against the worn granite rocks on the far shore. I like to watch a puff of breeze riffle across the meadow grasses from one end to the other, and finally feel the coolness of that breeze blowing against my face. It's great to get away from it all. It's great to be alive.