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Throughout the existence of the species, (not as long as you might think!), "Homo Sapiens" has, at some arbitrary point in each lifetime, begun to question.

Question it's origin, it's nature, it's purpose, it's fate, etc, etc, etc.

The fact that it did not originally question, at say, the age of three, when it was simply exploring without opinion, ... seems to become forever a lost, unusable clue.

At three it merely accepted the magic of it's existence and environment, it did not need to consider it's origin, and clearly, had no concern with either agenda,nor destination.

At some random measure of "maturity", it is oddly inclined (assisted?) to engage a suspicion of magic and it's own nature.

Embarking on an odd, but popular crusade against the unseen, it lives through a homogenized, downward curve of anxiety, confusion, disempowerment,suspicion, and fear. Most often it struggles to the end of each lifetime, shriveled, limited, and joyless.

Quite odd, ...Welcome to the game of man!

Concurrent with this species-wide phenomenon, appear the hordes of philosophers, the peddlers of faith, and the tomes of substantiating data.

Now I will admit straightaway, that I fall squarely into the category of philosopher/decipherer,but I am also a lover of magic!

Apparently afflicted with some curse of delineation, it seemed likely to me that after thousands of years of "the human experience", most of the pertinent information would have been uncovered, if not comprehensibly assembled.

So what is the problem?

Why is virtually no-one apparently WHO, or WHAT they want to be?

Why is there a trainload of self-help books and new illuminating, transcendent philosophies and disciplines emerging weekly, yet none seem to "work" with any consistency or scope?

A scamp might suggest that no-one is asking the right questions, or wanting any real answers.

In the instance of this offering, the question is, ... can one slog through the mountains of philosophy, denial, religion, unreligion, fear, Zen, Tom, Dick, Harry, bull-shit, horse-manure, chicken soup, and other agricultural and hysterical proclamation to nail down a hands-on recipe that actually works, here, in this lifetime?

Clearly an excellent question, and regardless of whether or not it CAN be answered, it affords a valid excuse for yet another (possible) self-help diatribe, ... and definitely for some friction!

Viola!... Enter Spirit Farmer!

The sharing of one man's journey, thus far, through the Game of Man, with all of it's magnificence and malnutrition, it's lakeside sunsets and construction zones.