The Epic Journey to the Great Palace of Non-Judgment

Guilty Sinner has a problem with his homeland. His homeland could have been some version of Orange County in the 1970s or the Bay Area of today. It's an inhospitable place, an emotional desert, where only economic victory is rewarded and where no excuses are allowed for failure. It's a humorless grim world. It could be the US of 2017 or the UK of 2021. We only know that Guilty Sinner must flee, become, as it were, a refugee, scouring the world for some place to lay his head, some haven from the economic concentration camp that his homeland always was. You might even think it was California in the 1990s. He had been given a set of answers from which no deviation is allowed, but he deviated anyway, and this meant exile. Where will he go? Who will recognize his humanity? We know that he stumbles into a strange new land. He struggles to understand it. Maybe it's too good to be true. It could be that he's living your life story now. We only know he is seeking freedom from religious and economic dogma. He must keep wandering till he can escape the claws of inflexible ideology and monetary triumphalism, if it's at all possible to escape.