Quote from Neoxx:
So I got my report card.
Capital F.
I got a summary visual too. Tiny pockets of clarity, mere apparitions, drowning in a raging purple sea of CW.
Purposeful work would have got the job done.
Instead, Sloth and Pride â no, hubris â prevailed. Throw in stubbornness, conceit and restless impatience, and we have a full house.
LTD. Weeks of slow and deliberate work done carefully to deconstruct the haywiring, undone by just a few days of charged LTP activity. Time spent reinforcing all the wrong things.
And Jackâs right. The CW has been made a thing of permanence. The Audacity of Hope, quelled by the graceless and inexorable march of a second-rate routine. George retains the mantle, and the regime flounders some more.
Clearly, lasting damage has been done. You can only scratch a record so many times before it becomes unplayable.
Questions aptly posed. If I wasnât doing purposeful work over the past four months, what exactly was I doing? I stay up, wrestle with the questions, but the answer eludes me.
Four months is not a short time. Books are written in less.
A thirty-day program, as a distillation of five decades of wisdom, and countless successful students. Unplanned extension to ninety-days. Further unplanned extension, a proposition to spread the initial elements over two years. Fitting recompense for a litany of failures.
2009 to learn the ES.
2010 to add the YM.
This time around, itâs a controlled environment. A machine to keep my emotions in check. An interface to keep my thoughts in check. Adherence to a system.
The mistakes of the past can be neither erased nor forgotten.
But the lessons must be learnt, lest failure become the sole remaining option.