This is the year of my final transmutation. It began four years ago when I gave away my television. All changes heretofore, have been in favor of convention; societal norms and mores; aversion to sanctions. Now is the time to foresake the conventions of land for the wild anarchy of the seas. The sanctification and restoration of my soul. I have taken inventory of my needs; a sturdy ship beneath my feet, white sails above my head, clothes, tools, and one lonely ten dollar guitar. I will have no land ties; no house; no vehicle; selling and giving away all that I have accumulated in my life of quiet desperation. This is retirement to me. Not plaid shorts and knee socks, not bingo, not bus trips; not an end. But a beginning, where accumulated wisdom and latent desires merge. It is the capstone of life.
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