To pull a parable out my ass:
Three people are walking and they come to the Land-O-Frost. The path diverges. There are two signs.
Path One: At the end of this path you will be rewarded for following the directions along the way. Until that point you will be given all the luxuries you need, so long as you play ball. There will be adversity, just know if you believe in the reward and directions you will get though it. Be Warned for those who stray.
Path Two: You're on your own.
They all look at each other.
Person One says: I don't mind the guidance, and I like the prospect of reward and support. I choose path one.
Person Two says: Both paths look the same and go in the same direction. For all we know it is the same, so I am risking it and taking Path Two. It seems more free and might end up at the same party.
Person Three says: Ok, fuck you! I want to know what is down path one and why it is so fucking great. I am not going to be your little bitch to find out either. I don't like being told I have to follow to take this path. Fuck the sign, I'm going down path one with you, Churchy.
The End.
I choose to forge the LHP because it is individual-centered and compensatory against bureaucratic conformity-centered modus operandi. It serves both personal egotism and public freedom.
What the Left-Hand Path means to me is the construction and symbolical and practical embrace of controversial, taboo-based, and transgressive materials and rites which re-embed accusatory and demonizing propaganda targetting personal freedoms and diversity in society.