I would like to be a philosopher.

Well, anyone who has said the word 'Why' can argue that he is a philosopher, so I want to be more than that. I want to be remembered as a philosopher.

One day soon I will be dead. People will look back at my life, and they might say I was a martial artist; for I have earned a seventh dan black belt (in both karate and judo). They might say I was a musician; for I have composed successful operas (in three different languages). They might say I was a footballer; for I used to represent Italy (and scored twenty-seven goals for my country during my career).

But above all, they will say, he was a great philosopher.

The difference between a hobby and greatness is total immersion, to the sacrifice of all else. I must devote my entire life to this pursuit; I must give up absolutely everything for this cause.

I assumed that giving up my material wealth would be the easiest part of this quest, but it is proving not to be straightforward.

Yesterday, I hired a removal van and packed it with all of my possessions, leaving my house utterly bare. I drove out to the public common and unpacked the van there, laying every item out upon the grass.

I labelled my bank cards with the relevant pin numbers. I labelled my bicycle lock with its code. I labelled my house keys with their address, and my car keys with instructions to find the car. I abandoned the rented van, for liabilities are also proprietary.

Finally, I stripped the clothes off my back and folded them into a neat pile. And I walked away.

It was late by then, and cold. I decided to forestall the next part of my mission until the morning. So I wandered the streets, looking for a warm place to sleep for a few hours.

No haven was forthcoming. The few warm corners I did find were barred to me by people that I suppose took issue with my nakedness.

I ended up walking aimlessly all night, to keep from freezing. As the sun rose and the pre-dawn chill passed, I found myself approaching the common again - my subconscious mind had guided me in a large circle back to where I started. The soft, dewy grass soothed my aching feet.

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From: Anonymous	Date: 08/02/2009
WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? ARE YOU PSYCHO? THIS IS FOR RATING APARTMENTS NOT YOUR RAMBLING.

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