I'm going off the grid. Soon. I'm gonna unplug and disengage. Don't bother looking for me. I know you won't. Besides, where I go, you cannot follow. I'm going off the grid, I tell you. I don't have any coordinates for you to plot on a map. But I'll return, not like MacArthur in victory or Jesus in glory. I'm gonna crawl inside the hollow of a huge tree in a mountain hideaway. I will weep and laugh so hard that my voice will reverberate inside the tree until the breeze carries it aloft. Eventually I will wait there in silence. I won’t come back with answers. I won’t come back with new insights. I’m going off the grid.