A divorce that cruelly unearthed lies, deceit, theft, abuse of trust and power, that severs a union with a partner who blithely alienates all loved ones, all family members: a final act of separation which, for spite and spite's sake alone, drags its opponent savagely across ten hideously pocked-marked months with idiotic wrangling; an absurd process that can, and did, empty the pockets of all but the gleeful lawyers; the outcome of which could seemingly hurl its survivor into the blackest abyss of despair or propel them, now unfettered, to the top of the highest mountain. I landed upon a mountaintop, literally. FOLLOWING IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF HENRY DAVID THOREAU.