You know how to practice it. It has been prophesied. And those who have written it had grit in exposing the world and all its errors. But now the very notion leaves us uncomfortable, an uneasiness that comes disguised as mockery. Jest mixed in with scorn and prepotence, an irresistible, imposed urge to reject certain things and mask our aversions to them as irony. What would happen to you if you were to stray from this newly-formed path? Usually those united in search of a common goal would shun defectors not only with emotion, but also reason, no matter how flawed may the logic behind their reasoning be. And what can be seen of the majority of pathgoers today? They tarnish and abhor defectors, same as always, with special malice shown to the vacillating pathgoers, edging in an out of the way. In both cases, what is it that drives them to scorn and mock the most? It is not reason, but emotion, and imposing urge that locks them, lock us into the windy path. And we would take ourselves to be enjoying it, even during the bouts of emptyness that come unsolicited from this way of living; we'd rather mask it with drugs or escapisms rather than to take a foot off the path! And we take it to be unreasonable, but hide our insecurities with regards to it out of shame of someone else perceiving them. And if they were? Medicated, set aside, buried, cast away, but never addressed. It saps the soul, this constant effort to pretend, and the soul on its own can easily succumb to the traps and snares that have been laid for it along this treacherous path. 
 Now back to the preemptive scorn. Could it be that, deep down, all that anger and pettiness is he cry of a defeated soul, a brother that doesn't want to see its sister take a step towards release, as it knows for it to be far, far more difficult than that poor child sees it as? Could it have attempted it in the past and abandoned it, broken, failed? And it now sees the cage to be more fitting for it, as in here it is fed and given to drink, despite all the inner torments it now must endure? Because this good principle in us cannot allow for evil to guide us perpetually, and so it makes its light shine through the cracks at intervals. And the soul who would've attempted it, but was dragged from it by humiliation and coercion, now disillusioned, goes back to marching on the spectral procession, it itself anothr hollow husk of sorrow by now. Will it, in the future, convince a younger one not to go down the path that it itself did not take?