I couldn't put into words what was bothering me about this new wave of "hacking" our way into better. For me it's been trudging through mud, with my Buddhist monk sitting on the clean bank laughing at me saying "keep going the path is there". All I want to do is throw mud on his orange robes. For me it's been hard work to self, not to mention the incredible amount of hours I dedicate to writing. I don't know how anyone can 'hack' their way into authenticity.