Anyone who has decided to take a spiritual endeavor seriously knows the feeling ... that sense of being in one of those action-adventure movies where the hero is trapped in a room where ceiling, walls and floor are all moving inward, tighter and tighter, more and more threatening ... a room with no doors.
It may be that someone entered the spiritual adventure with high hopes of salvation and relief and untold treasures yet to be found, but as serious effort picks up steam, well, it'll wipe the smile off the optimist's face. There are no choirs of angels or books or beliefs that can free you from this noose. There is no last-minute reprieve.
Narrow, narrow, narrow is the way. Inescapably narrow and pressing. It is a time when the smallest mote of dust can become unbearably heavy and create a razor-wire hell.
And often such a recognition, such a face-to-face and in-your-face reality, is enough to make anyone retreat off and return to a cushioned pew of safety and belief and pleasant songs. Where what had offered to open the heart wide instead clamps down and squeezes, where a beckoning salvation evolves into constricting damnation ... well, you can see why the cushioned pew is all the rage.
Only the most courageous and patient live to tell the hero's tale. Others find themselves relegated to the role of singing the praises of heroes they know nothing about.
And how is it that the heroes live to tell the tale? How is it that they can beckon and point with open hearts to a wider realm? Why are they dancing? How do they do that?
There is only one way to answer such questions: Try it and find out.