You could engage in something.
You could engage the inner life of the spirit, and forget about everything else.
You could organize your life like a literary work, putting as much unity into it as possible.
You could testify to the cultural history of whigs from a colonial perspective.
You could try to charm by what is in your silence.
You could analyze the huts of hermits from the perspective of French poststructuralism.
You could study the lantern-bearers of old.
You could organize your life around chaos from the point of view of Deconstructionism.
You could lament the loss of community in colonialism from a Marxist vantage.
(You could cite the lantern-bearers as evidence.)
You could temper the will.
You could cultivate concentration, and forget about everything else.
You could make yourself a force by thinking, as inwardly as possible, that you are indeed…a force.
You could become part of the tragedy.
You could kill the killer.
You could become part of the comedy.
You could kill the killer from the perspective of French poststructural Feminism.
You could organize your life.