This is largely a retirement from a way of thinking.  The putting off.  It involves my career, but is not limited to it.  I am leaving behind a system, a way of thinking, that has left me (and others) bankrupt and miserable.  Oh, I will probably still do engineering, to help pay bills, but I am no longer an `engineer'.  So one might jump to ask - "But do you have any `retirement'?"  That's not the retirement to which I am referring.  Question is irrelevant.  If I must answer that question - I would say `no'.  (But it's irrelevant!)  It's not a retiring from one form of income to another - it is the retirement of a form of thinking.  (And I AM immensely rich doing it.)  Perhaps it is the retirement of thinking ... a retirement to being, a form of consciousness.  Out of being flows new thinking and doing.  Some refer to it as an evolutionary leap in consciousness.  (Though I don't `believe in' (per se) evolution.)  I feel like it's a leap without a parachute - but of what use is a parachute for a being meant to fly?  And am I so special that I am meant to fly?  No, we all are - but so few of us do.  We have settled for the miseray of walking, and waddling, and either dog-paddling or swimming, and some of us learn to run and swim pretty fast. But none compare to flying.  And so how will this play out?  Does it matter?  Have I not realized (made real) enough hell in life to date, otherwise?  YES; heaven is at hand.  Even heaven is NOW.  Heaven is flying.  Maybe not very graceful at first - but it will be effective.  Wild geese don't get killed learning to fly.  They die if they don't.  Eagles don't die flying - they die if they don't.