Like a lunatic, a man on the path reduces daily toil to habit. He ritualizes everything so as to put it out of his way. Like a lunatic, a man on the path is going inward, where eating, shitting, and sleeping are so many wretched chains to the body. Even exercise, no matter how ritualized, remains such a chain. Like a lunatic, a man on the path longs for a life without chains. Or is it death?