I somehow wobbled back onto the ngondro path. Partly, as soon as I gave myself permission not to do it, I wanted to do it; partly, my energy returned (I wrote the last entry after flu) and it seemed possible to keep all the plates spinning once again. At the same time I retain a sense of the validity of all my objections. The reality is it’s neither one thing entirely, nor the other, and so I’m racketing along veering sometimes one way, sometimes in the other direction. Still, more or less I’m remaining on the road.