some American Indian tribes send young men out on “vision quests.” These men leave their names and their childhoods back at the hearth fire and go into the wilderness alone, surviving as best they can until Something Happens. They aren’t told what the Something will be, only that they’ll know it when they experience it. It may be a dream, a storm,

A trancelike state settles over your efforts; the climb becomes a clear-eyed dream. Hours slide by like minutes. The accumulated clutter of day-to-day existence—the lapses of conscience, the unpaid bills, the bungled opportunities, the dust under the couch, the inescapable prison of your genes—all of it is temporarily forgotten, crowded from your t

Just look at these sacred spaces. What you'll see is this: Order Commitment Passion Love Intensity Beauty Humility