Trilo, you're intelligent and wise, but I have a problem with this:
"I agree that Burning Man definitely has more of a fucko/prankster spirit than other events. It was born out of cacaphony... literally. I also think that, getting deeper into the psychology and philosophy, there's probably something collectively very very wrong with people who would intentionally go out to such a remote and inhospitable place."
Are you kidding? One of the reasons that man goes intentionally to remote and inhospitable places is the simple reason that man or woman CAN. To quote Himalayan explorer George Mallory, "Why does man climb the world's highest mountain? Because it is THERE." The challenge to the human spirit of adventure is enough.
Halfway between Salt Lake City and the Bonneville Flats is a place on the map labeled as "Aragonite". To me that's a mineral that you find in evaporate basins, the orthorhombic form of calcium carbonate. I would love to have a crystal or two in my collection. SO, I pulled off at the appointed exit to look for a dirt road that would lead me to the margin of the basin, where it was most likely to occur. There were no places to get gas, no food, no water, but I went anyway. I spent a couple hours in the middle of nowhere looking for this stuff, and found nothing. Nonetheless, I satisfied my curiosity. I did find one piece of alabaster that would be suitable for carving but it wasn't aragonite, my primary goal. Will I go back? Maybe? Was my trip successful if I didn't get what I came for? Absolutely. My mind was open to the experience and I learned. ANYONE who goes to Burningman whose mind is open to the experience and learns is successful for making the attempt. I would point out that Teddy Roosevelt once said that it's not the critic who counts, it's the person who's in the arena, who, though they may come up short again and again and again, is still more successful in attaining a goal than one who never tried (a poor paraphrasure on my part, but I hope you get the point).
The fucko/prankster spirit is not as prevalent as it once was; maybe that's why we're very very wrong as a result of not having fun in our pursuits. As long as it hurts no one, I have no problem with the pranks. Putting a dollar bill on the end of a fishing line and reel to go hippy fishing is still a huge laugh getter, though now I've added a glow stick at night to go raver trolling. You never know what you can catch.
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Veni, vidi, pertudi. (We came, we saw, we DRILLED.) - BRC Division of Geology 2009-2014
I'm here until the serendipitous synchronicity is ubiquitous.