— To prevent a far deeper and far worse circumstance and outcome…

Nobody gets out alive.

That’s life.

Better to make the best of it, then?

That’s certainly what I think. In a retrospective of my own life, looking back from an age—62…when average life expectancy was 36 in the 1700s and only 48 by 1900—where most people who ever lived had already died, I’m glad I became a complete and utter fool just about the time I cornered 30.

How and why did I do it?

That’s a complicated question and its answer makes most people very uncomfortable; for, apparently, the aim of a whole life for most people is to spend it being a tool for the designs and aspirations of others.

I offer an escape from toolishness, for those few with the courage to craft a life for themselves that they can be proud of…because they lived it on their own terms, by their own chosen values…