As I sit to write it has yet to strike 9am, but already I’ve had the kind of day that is a half-step in the right direction.

Because I was up at 3, instead of going to bed at 3, and I got six hours by then, which might be enough to let me fight off the fatal urge to nap for the next eleven hours.

Because I already spilled well, and it led to an red-hot insight, about the Anarchic and its relationship not only to solitude, but to agnosis as well.

***

If I was set up to publish a drawing I would put those three things at the endpoints of a kind of triangle made from a capital letter A.

• anarchia (to live unruled or more precisely unrulered)
• agnosis (to not know)
• anchorite (“who withdraws from the world for religious reasons”);
  Greek anakhorētēs, literally “one who has retired,”
  agent noun from anakhorein ‘retire’ (from battle, the world, etc.)

Perhaps I can use the AAA to stop drinking.

Or build from those religious reasons and make it into a full Religion, for purposes of monetizing it (what other purpose could there be?).

***

Because I have already completed a proper walk for the first time in many many days, even if it was a minimal walk and even if the practice of early rising and early walking will go straight to shit tomorrow on account of the ongoing demands of cat care and social obligation; and stay shit, mostly, for the same poor reasons, until about the seventh of September.

At which time real life may be cleared to begin again.

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Ten hours now.

Seventeen days now, until once again that life of purposeful religare can begin again and until the pilgrimage to monetization can begin for the first time ever.