Spiritual practice for the skeptic is an embrace of persistent uncertainty. It mirrors the journey of the Perfecti who, understanding the impermanence of material comfort, walked into fire at Montségur. They sought integrity through refusal of earthly illusions. The true practice lies not in arriving but in the relentless exploration of questions on the Sentiers Cathares, where the effort of the climb invites discomfort and introspection. Picture a solitary moment at a dolmen in the Minervois, where you resist the urge for instant insight. Here, amid silence and stillness, you dare to be with your thoughts—boredom and all. Like Troubadour fin'amor, your journey is one of devotion to ideals never entirely possessed. It’s an acknowledgment that meaning often resides not in resolution but in the brightness of the search itself, a testament to the mountains’ indifference to your certainties. Embrace the unfolding and let that be your guide.