In late autumn Daniel withdrew completely from his urban world and artistic life. He began living in a two-room cabin in the far North, near the Canadian border. His only visitors were members of The Community who monitored his health and well-being. They brought him food but all he would accept were vegetables and fruits and some breads. He considered milk and coffee necessities. One member, Helena,
took a personal interest in Daniel's situation. She was amused at his ascetic lifestyle and his resolute resolve not engage in artistic
discussions or even small talk. And when she brought up poetry, he seemed strangely disengaged for a published poet, like a latter-day Rimbaud. It was puzzling because he had a sizable collection of poetry books in the cabin. However, it was Helena's report in person to The Community on Daniel's efforts to master Spirit Flight that alarmed all the members. Helena broke down twice during her report but rallied both times, determined to finish her assignment. This crisis occurred in early February, four months into Daniel's solitary existence in the northern Minnesota wilderness.
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Excellent writing. Does this guy have enough alcohol up there? Check those supplies daily.
Dear poet, Daniel! When I started to read this - suddenly tears vame into my eyes, May be I dont' understand smth - but it seemed as if you were banished or it was smth full of pain for you that you are so tend to seclusiveness now. If it's just free will to more contact with Universum- wonderful! But the word AGON (a fight) - a fight with what? illness? pain? your ideas? and what is this Community? what kind of services for it do you mean? I will not ease that experience until I have mastered Spirit Flight. Only then can I offer my true services to The Community.