A goal heightens the senses and the mind (sometimes to distraction); distraction from the consensual reality can lead to visions (thoughts, ideas) and baseless knowledge (like God) My mountaintop springs forth in pixels and people, my fasting not deliberate but not the less for it: I sit, hoping that the buzz of deerflies (how did they get to my mountain?) does not drain my soul (or my blood if I fail to attend them); consensual reality screams, whines, cajoles, and THREATENS for my ATTENTION and I... I seek for visions. One hundred days on the mountain, I seek for visions, thoughts, ideas, baseless knowledge, to convey / with craft / to others.