I keep a practise. Summarised, it is a boutique and invitation only selection of [[Many Fucks Given|Clients]]. Most simply, it is those who are most optimally aligned with [[What I Want]] and what my [[Axioms]] demand of us collectively. For members of my [[Praxis]], I am their insurance. While within my vicinity I underwrite their need for water, food, and shelter with my life, liberty, and property. For them, I run point on everything they are not a greater expert in than I. For what we lack, we find, build, or grow, experts of our own. They are those who sail alongside me on the journey of our lives. They are the relationships which ambulate our Tower of Babel. That which alleviates our animal condition. The engine, which turns our world. These clients, are given respect, even if they are lacking. For I am a mercenary of the mind. A sword and shield made of words and wards. As life is difficult. And it is dangerous to go alone.