December 23, 2003
Reverie: Silk Cayes [13 April 2003]
Transcription of my Belize travel journal continued
I spent last night in a hammock & rocking in the stiff breeze made me think about how such a life is so marked a contrast to our normal cosmopolitan lives. Here I am, yielding myself to the wind & the sand & the stars & at home I lie w/in 4 sound walls, in a temperature controlled environment, on a coil-sprung bed--there's practically nothing left to chance there. Here, I am at the mercy of the sea--only because she has been reasonably obliging have I been able to function comfortably. It is a totally different mindset & even though I've become used to living out-of-doors, I'm never totally comfortable--I'm always a bit worried that a turn of bad luck can turn life into something very unpleasant.
I probably need too much control over my environment, at home I have many mechanisms to assert that control (as meager as they are). Outdoors, I feel a constant drive to maintain some orderliness, perhaps I should go with the flow more. Which kind of person is better at surviving? Not just here, but in general.
I do have to sit back & appreciate what I have here--who would believe us when I tell them I slept in a hammock, rocked by the wind looking up through the rustling fronds of a coconut tree to the stars?
The last few evenings I've been thinking about xxxxx ...
...& it was my birthday 4 days ago, I'm a quarter of a century years-old, what do you make of that? & now I've been thinking I should take a year off & go to Mariner's school. Is this a silly dream worthy of a quarter century old-timer, or a silly reverie of youth? I have such a vivid image in my mind of a tilted deck of a boat going into the wind close-hauled--it must be the coastal ancestry exerting its distant memories.
Posted by erich at December 23, 2003 08:19 AM
Just a minor one, but your posted year doesn't quite flow with your other entries (shouldn't it be '1994' rather than '2003'?).
By the way, I got sidetracked from reading about the Codex. Your 'Odds and Ends' section fascinated me and I couldn't resist...particularly your current reading list. Right now, I'm in the midst of reading Meacham's Franklin (Roosevelt) and Winston (Churchill), which describes their emotional connection (friendship?) during the tumultuous years of WWII. One of the qualities that they shared was their enjoyment of inviting eclectic groups of people to their homes for dinner and conversation. There is a funny story about Winston - during 1944, Winston Churchill heard that a Mr. Berlin was in London. An invitation was issued post-haste, and when the opportunity arose, Winston asked Mr. Berlin when he thought the war would end. Well, instead of Mr. ISAIAH Berlin, he got the other one - Mr. IRVING Berlin, the American songsmith. I've never heard of this Isaiah Berlin before, and now within a month, there are 2 references to him.
I will have to look up who this fellow is - my guess is that he is a writer and philosopher.
I have other thoughts with re: to your other postings, but there is not space to do so at this time. However, I saw the Borders Bookstore en route to visiting friends in Durham this Christmas. Despite its lack of a good biography section, its presence in the community must surely be welcomed. When I lived in Chapel Hill, I used to bemoan the lack of bookstores where I could browse, sit, read, and think to my heart's content. There was a small unsatisfying one at University Mall, and a slighter bigger one at the now defunct South Square Mall. Yes, Borders (and Barnes & Nobles) have a cookie-cutter sort of blandness. But I think that their welcoming of booklovers who can escape from the world for a bit of time more than makes up for that.
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If the world was without any natural evil and suffering we wouldn't have the opportunity, or nearly as much opportunity, to show courage, patience and sympathy.
The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a human heart. One must imagine that Sisyphus is happy.
Am I to believe in every absurdity? If not, why this one in particular?
It is true that liberty is precious - so precious that it must be rationed.
In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence... and loathing seizes him.
Rome has spoken; the case is concluded.
If men could get pregnant, abortion would be a sacrament.
Proper names are rigid designators.
In general, I feel if you can't say it clearly you don't understand it yourself.
I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.
One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important.
Many people are afraid of freedom. They are conditioned to be afraid of it.
Nature has placed mankind under the governance of two sovereign masters, pain and pleasure. It is for them alone to point out what we ought to do, as well as to determine what we shall do.
If you would be a real seeker after truth, you must at least once in your life doubt, as far as possible, all things.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
I think that philosophy in most aspects is pretty well useless and hopeless unless it's done with other disciplines. And that's the way I like to do it.
There is no great genius without some touch of madness.
The action is best, which procures the greatest happiness for the greatest numbers.
On earth there is nothing great but man; in man there is nothing great but mind.
Man is a useless passion.
Whenever kingship approaches tyranny it is near its end, for by this it becomes ripe for division.
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