discard

I can tell what day it is by my geezer pill holder. Its writing has worn off but I know that Thursday is the third compartment from the end. Unless I forgot to take my geezer pills yesterday, then yesterday was Thursday and today is Friday. O well. No mind.

I am moving toward following Nietzsche's example: "Now I am shaking off what does not belong to me -- human beings, friends and foes, habits, comforts, books. I now live and will live for years to come in solitude until, fully ripened and ready I may (and then probably must) return to society as a philosopher of Life."

I said moving toward because I am not no Nietzsche (though I do love double negation) and must follow my own unfolding. Not knowing the day of the week is a pretty good start. I will continue endeavoring to persevere in shaking off what does not belong to me.

"Let me keep climbing out of every structure ever made
Not resting in the corpse of days gone by
Let formlessness be my form
No container ever fully holding"
--From Radical Openness