The world’s best fame no higher doth advance
Than breath of wind, whose fickle gusts deceive,
And changing side, leaves name to change and chance.
– Divine Comedy, Purgatory – Canto 11, 100-102, Dante Alighieri, tr. E.H. Plumptre (1886)
After a very long initiation, I’ve come to the conclusion that initiation per-se is overrated. The problem with any initiatic journey is initiation itself:
Why, after all, is it necessary?
Why are we never content in our own skin?
I find the humble domestic cat to be a very wise creature. Once his needs are taken care of, he’s just happy with himself and the routine that he establishes. He’s content with being, thoroughly satisfied ontologically. Nothing would be more repugnant to such a cat than going through the sort of torture, for lack of a better word, described in so many accounts of spiritual training.