“We had pierced the veneer of outside things… We had reached the naked soul of men.”
— Ernest Shackleton, South
The veneer of outside things exists in polished half-truths. “I’m great. So busy,” we say, operating at seven thousand RPMs. Drop the busy merit badge. Pierce the veneer. Real connection, belonging, and community exists in the deeper textures. Be whole, be intentional, be on purpose. Reach the naked soul.