We barely deserve spiritual writings. Wise words need a special reader. Such a reader must have an irrepressible intellect, a courageous heart, and the stride of a giant. Yet who among us is not too feeble to bear scrutiny? Who among us has left the animal behind and become human?
There will always be those who find happiness elusive within the mainstream, rejecting it in favour of the uncommon. Such people think that the fewer who share a belief, and the more unlikely that belief is, then the more true the belief must be! The ideas I present in these writings may well attract such defeated and desperate minds which seek an unusual stone. More than likely these people will form an organization to "preserve the truth". And if it also provides moral support and gives people something "constructive" to do with their time, then well and good, but I will have nothing to do with them. Such shells of men will have been attracted for the wrong reasons, and will therefore only flesh-out their own despicable ideas. I do not and will not breathe the same air as they!
But if you have thrown your happiness to the wind, with the joy of becoming free of the greatest of burdens. And if you have chosen to trust your fate to reason alone, then I am the air for your lungs.