Cautionary tales that borderline horrific are vivid. I'm impressed with the detail of work put into this book so far. Some pages have left me lost, but hoping that they are setting the stage for rest of the book. Or maybe a weaving of stories?

"...it is my old ignorance, in itself valueless, that is valuable, useful, and powerful. We have to learn what we can, but remain mindful that our knowledge not close the circle, closing out the void, so that we forget that what we do not know remains boundless, without limit or bottom, and that what we know may have to share the quality of being known with what denies it. What is seen with one eye has no depth."

The passage on the sacred pool reminds me of the time I hiked the upper trail of French Pete Creek. I came across a pool where all was silent and the heart of the pool was heavy. Love it when a book can make a connection into a person's travels.