What if you lived long enough to run through some of the ways you’d been fooled by a world that wanted you worried. About your family, community, livelihood, status, soul and social media presence? What if you added up the numbers and realized that over half your life had been spent looking for connection and clues on how to live, only to find you fooled yourself into thinking about things that made you dumber and less human? And what if one day you started listening to the hum in your brain and shut down every system that didn’t serve the purpose of making you more present, more humble, and you started listening to the noise inside you and tried to find the music that would lead you to the end of your path? What would you do? What steps would you take to become more of yourself? I am answering these questions for myself. I thought I wanted to be Somebody. I don’t. I want to understand, and upward mobility hasn’t helped. I’ve stopped everything that doesn’t offer me contact with that understanding. All the noise, all the opinion, all the greed, and the grasping, wet, wanting of it all. I have been sick inside for most of my life. This is my small careful path to something better.