in october '10, i answered the call of my friend, which would take me back to the northeast and summit achievement. sure, it was a mutual arrangement, but not one that i spearheaded. when i arrived back in summitland, it was readily obvious that a shift had take place in terms of how i was viewed. there was literally 1 shrine to me at the house, another pseudo shrine, and various other things honoring me. at the workplace, all my correspondence was tacked up and more than a couple pictures. i happily lived amongst these honorings. i even took the foreign currency that was offered up to me at one of the shrines - i think it'll come in handy on my journey. i also think it would be appropriate and summit appropriate that i am the one to burn down those effigy's. i've no need for people 13 years down the line to wonder at the howling, half naked bearded guy that amounts to decoration and adoration in the summit house. and summit has no need for that now. either we all get our pictures on the walls and placed in corners for worship, or none of us do. all of us are gods or none of us are. in reality, i think it likely that we are all gods. in therapeutic reality, none of us are.
thus, there will be 1 more story directly related to my recent employer. it will account for lapses in the story of M and I. and it will speak to other interrelated issues. and after that, my pictures might be ordered burned and destroyed and removed. my name may become stricken from dialogue and the record books. i might be hated. and only because i will have spoken some truth. while riding this mutilated wave that i am making more beautiful the more i speak truth
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