A mesa is a high table land, a plateau on top of a mountain. This is where a lot of people stop, they've achieved, tasted success then turn statuesque. Withering and gradually turning to dust. Unable to progress or move from this without falling back down those cliffs to begin again. Failure isn't something to be afraid of, indeed it's a place for the greatest learnings. 

But what if there was another way. You've got some rocks. You've got some fuel. Some dead leaves, shrubs, a few lizard brains. Bang those rocks together, light those brains on fire and see what happens. That's Torched Mesa. Lit on fire. Inspired. Motivated. Flying above the stagnant, the stale, the crust of the old. That's Torched Mesa.