I decided to give up several habits in my life: not to strive to be first in anything, or as Goethe said: "I built a house on nothingness, and therefore, the entire universe is mine." People will call this "vagabondage" and eccentricity, and they will end up with everything that is "external," with my shells, and I must strengthen the mask by letting my hair grow longer and wearing sandals to change my appearance, and anything that would be another shell to keep people away from my "center" and my "soul"—my clothes, my long hair, my wandering, my rudeness—and they will think whatever comes to their minds, so be it, this is useful, this is a third mask, give me, give me, what? A third mask, please, another mask. And I must "not contend with people" in their world. I will isolate myself in a cocoon of few relationships, with only "exceptional" people, with the fewest possible, and I will transform, as I learned from "The Way of the Peaceful Warrior," from an exceptional person in an ordinary world to an ordinary person in an exceptional world, only, with the fewest possible, and I will transform, as I learned from "The Way of the Peaceful Warrior," from an exceptional person in an ordinary world to an exceptional world, and I will avoid any futile conflict. I will avoid, like a ghost who does not leave his house until after midnight, walking in the back alleys, surrounded by villas all lit up with positions, and oud, and all I hope is that no one notices my passing. Give me, please, give me, what? Another mask, a fourth mask.