I will wander into wilderness to find myself. I will leave behind my accoutrements, memories of medals, of past applause and accolades, accomplishments that warranted degrees and diplomas portending future successes. I like who I am, who I have become. No, I love myself, and that is my greatest achievement, the acme most men are blind to as they mistake wealth for worth. Most would say I will be lonely, but they are wrong, because I will always be with my best friend ever, my real self. And I will share my joy with squirrels and rabbits and deer, with bushes and broken branches and brush, with rills and rivulets and rivers, with rising and setting suns and countless stars coruscating in night's sky. I will say prayers to piles of pine and sycamore limbs that once were live, but now make monuments I worship. I am at one with all I prize. My eyes, even when they are closed, see their beauty. I know I will be blessed forever. I lie on my bed, Earth, and wait to join all in solitude and grace.