Until you're hungry and you're thirsty and your legs are tired and sore.

And you've been soaked and frozen or otherwise burnt raw.

And your feet are blistered and you're lost and you're alone.

No domesticated creature, your comforts few but all your own.

Your mind will not see the beauty that's in front of you, or the truth you already know.

Comfort dulls the senses, empty pleasures make you slow.