Disagree with me? Great. Come at me, but don’t come half-asleep or half-drunk or half-cocked. Not to put too fine a point on it, but I am a perfect master, and any attack you launch against me I can turn back on you without lifting my gaze. That’s just how it is. This is the arena, this is where the real game is played, and the fact that I’m not there with you is not a factor in what you’ve come to do. You don’t need to face an actual opponent; it’s always within you to play both sides.

Write me a very strongly worded letter. Do it today, now. Blast the shit out of me, puke out all your strongest thoughts and feelings and opinions and beliefs and doubts and certainties. Defend your position on love or karma or compassion or whatever. Tell me I’m full of shit about fear or meditation or Zen or Guru Jeff. Don’t hesitate or slow down to reflect. Pour all your blackest shit into it. Just vomit your heart and mind and guts onto the page. This is no time to hold back.

As Hemingway said, the first draft of anything is shit.