a good beginning

This is the foolish truth: Man's noble pursuit of knowledge, his quest for God, ultimately gets entangled in man's quest for language with which to describe his quest. Man finds himself a prisoner of the dark tower - a great library full of words and concepts that prevents him from experiencing any pure nonconceptual experience. Man becomes literate, and falls from heaven.

...and so it goes, thought Bastante as he crossed a great desert. he passed a Man in Black.

"Dude, you move fast," said the Man in Black. he was impressed.

Bastante took advantage of the situation and bummed a smoke.

"I'm looking for DakiniTown," said Bastante.

The man in black nodded wearily.

"Yeah, i figured it was something like that," he said. "You're gonna have to learn to sail, kid."

He yawned and rubbed his eyes. "DakiniTown is across half the ocean."

Bastante took that one in. They watched the desert change colors.

"What's all the way across?" Bastante figured it was worth a shot.

"The Other Side, of course," said the Man in Black. He didn't play games.

Bastante nodded. It was just as he'd thought. The way to the Other Side ran right through DakiniTown...