A way-in-the-world is, at first, comparable to breath. But breath is automatic, without thought or style

until it becomes yogic, against habit until the new style of breath becomes habit, and no longer a style. So a way-in-the-world is both habit and habit-breaking, simultaneous and inextricable from the other.

A way-in-the-world allows for both spontaneity and afterthought, both are necessary for experience. There is no wayward child, no lost boys, no innocence to be recovered. Revise the story of the prodigal son, and we see instead a wayfarer, here a traveler who has fallen on poor luck, and returns to what is familiar.

So, I choose to reclaim my life from that blame-and-shame game: remember, all is point and counterpoint, perspective and revision.

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