Whatever was carried into this hat that isn’t mine, I release it.
Whatever belonged to the people who wore it before me, I leave it with them.
Saul’s sweat, Saul’s troubles, Saul’s demons, none of them belong to me.
May this hat carry only what I choose to carry: good roads, my own sweat, honest work, clear skies, good people, and a little dust and grime.
What is mine may stay. Want isn’t mine may go.
This hat is mine again now.