As I'm aware, it seems Pook has established himself as the prophet who cries out with wisdom from the desert. I can only admire the depth of... profound... simplicity.
One concept I've used in my life, that has failed me to no end, is the analogy of life being on two different (but very much the same) polarities, both fighting for the same end, yet so different as to be questionable in it's application. And it is this:
Life is either the most gruesome war fought, or it's the most passionate love-making ever experienced. It is moved to and fro only by the courageous and valiant struggle to overcome and win the fight with death as the ultimate sacrifice... or it is the ecstatic bliss, the sensual depth of love unsheathed, unblemished, unashamed, expressed in it's full glory for the world to see. Thus, you are either standing alone, wounded on all sides, yet still, with the last ounce of energy left, staking your flag, your identity, your pride, your purpose in life, on the muddy ground of the battlefield... or, you're bare naked, sweaty, breathing heavily, loving, licking, sucking, caressing, and, ultimately, ****ing the **** out of that gorgeous woman of your dreams like you would never **** her again, expressing ALL you are into every stroke and penetration into her, as if it'd be your last...
This, to me, is what it means to be a man...
To stand with unmet courage, in the face of sheer adversity, in the middle of all hell... with fists raised, heart aroused, and balls to the ****in wall.
Or... to PENETRATE the world with all that you are, with no care, no insecurity, no shame to anything else. All that you are, at that very moment, is a ball of fire, an unquenchable flame, a beast of desire with which no thing, no circumstance, no code of conduct can restrain.
You are, at this very moment... a MAN.
Peace.