The price one has to pay in order to be part of a collective world, a scene, is to sacrifice part of one’s uniqueness; to make a compromise.   This is an unconscious or quasi-conscious act, this sacrifice.   One doesn’t really know one has made it.   The wound that marks the loss of the sacrificed member is always covered over by a scab made of shame, scorn, respect/disrespect.   People who have made a sacrifice to join a world instinctively hate those who have not made the same sacrifice, without knowing why.    Ark Work is characterized by the refusal to compromise in this way, therefore it can be recognized by scorn it generates.   Gatekeepers will always close the gates on Ark Work.   It will always appear stupid, evil, hubristic and foul from close up, but from afar it will appear as what it is: genuinely free.