Point is: here we are. Already. Halfway through January and one wonders, "well, what did he DO with his life?"
So I'll allow that as fair enough, as it is at least thought provoking, and I am retired from anything that requires extreme labor of body or mind...
1: began before starting school studying many subjects. Writing, poetry, art, imagining, gardening, zoology, physics, mechanics, fashion, and social networking.
Then I went to kindergarten....
2: that induction into indoctrination and regimentation was more of a debacle than I care to recount, except that it taught me so much of the truth of modern humanity under the theoretical ideologies I had been exploring up to then.
3: as I finally began to gain back some of myself after nearly losing it all to the continuous torture of my mind known as k-12, during which time my only escape was music, chemistry, more experimental physics, and psychology. Activism, criminology, pharmaceutics and biology. Science fiction fed my motivation for the what ifs of hypothetical questioning and I was the lab rat...
4: bear with me here, I also included theology and metaphysics and nearly arrived at "42" as the answer, yet I knew there was more. So I went to college to formally learn a trade so I might support the family I had created, and continued adding data to the previous subjects as no discipline is completely isolated. Parenting and animal husbandry, culinary arts, and wilderness survival, interpersonal espionage and outwitting an unseen adversary whom I had no idea of identity.
5: getting paid (however small) to have analyses of your health seemed a wise and profitable sideline so I occasionally rented myself out to medical science. In an effort to establish a baseline and improve my health profile while helping to provide data toward the health of others. It was at times painful; that 7th core sample (of 6) for the prostate biopsy was that little bit extra...
6: did I mention archeology, world travel, languages, mountain climbing, starting a rock band and recording an album which required all the previously learned skills and some new ones, guerrilla survival jobs, urban camping, extreme metaphysics, leadership responsibilities, and submitting to authority....
7: while everything was going SO well, remedial guinea pig, er... being tested and diagnosed with cancer. Subsequent treatment of stage 4 and climbing virtual Mt Everest, traversing the fires of Hell, the vertigo of space, the Limbo of dementia, and the slow recovery process after a stroke while navigating the wilderness of what you'll do next...
8: various trades not previously known, real estate marketing, and so on, end of life logistics, catastrophic medicine, too many more to list vaguely or obliquely the entirety of which no degree is given and only the rarest of recognition. (my fan club is small but sincere). One must be the blower of one's own horn for the sake of sounding a note for posterity. It's a hard act to follow, the monetary rewards are considered minimal and not worth the effort to most...
9: in conclusion, it is/was a life, many lifetimes all in one, frankly it's not common for anyone that I know of to have done so much with so little for so long in so short a time. From here, I intend to continue as long as possible and I have little doubt about knowing what. I don't have any idea...
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