I wrote a poem you might find amusing. You may have read it already but you might see it in a new light now. Acranist Probation. Reminds me of how Bob stood outside the house for 72 hours before he was admitted. It's in the first post viewtopic.php?f=29&t=3754 Or maybe I'm talking out of my ass. Again.
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions.” -Rilke