Going off the Grid

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.