Our land life took on form, solidity, routine. We had mastery of a limited set of skills. We had habitual expectations of others and ourselves. Going sailing, we let go of our attachments to our roles, views, and rituals. We persist because we are growing in this shapeless and dynamic world.
Friday, June 25, 2010
The worst tyrants are those which Establish themselves in our own breast. The man who wants force of principle and purpose is a slave, However free the air he breathes.
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