thoughts on a Saturday eve before a sail on Sunday
 

And I, like millions of mankind, walk and move, generally by force of habit,
in a long caravan that ascends and descends, encamps, and then proceeds on
its way. Life in this caravan is not altogether bad. You no doubt are aware
of this. The going may be hard by day, the wilderness sweeping out before us
like shoreless seas; we pour with sweat, our throats pare parched with
thirst, and we reach the frontier beyond which we think we cannot go. Then
the sun sets, the air grows cool, and millions of stars twinkle in the sky.
We eat and drink and the singer of the caravan breaks into song. Some of us
pray in a group, others form ourselves into circles to dance and sing and
clap. Above us the sky is warm and compassionate. Sometimes we travel by
night for as long as we have a mind to, and when the white thread is
distinguished from the black we say, 'When dawn breaks the travelers are
thankful that they have journeyed by night.' If occasionally we are deceived
by a mirage, and if our heads, feverish from the action of heat and thirst,
sometimes bubble with ideas devoid of any basis of validity, no harm is
done. The specters of night dissolve with the dawn, the fever of the day is
cooled by the night breeze. Is there any alternative?

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thoughts on a Saturday eve before a sail on Sunday
 

Been dropping more acid, I see.




"Capt. JG" wrote in message
easolutions...
And I, like millions of mankind, walk and move, generally by force of
habit, in a long caravan that ascends and descends, encamps, and then
proceeds on its way. Life in this caravan is not altogether bad. You no
doubt are aware of this. The going may be hard by day, the wilderness
sweeping out before us like shoreless seas; we pour with sweat, our
throats pare parched with thirst, and we reach the frontier beyond which
we think we cannot go. Then the sun sets, the air grows cool, and millions
of stars twinkle in the sky. We eat and drink and the singer of the
caravan breaks into song. Some of us pray in a group, others form
ourselves into circles to dance and sing and clap. Above us the sky is
warm and compassionate. Sometimes we travel by night for as long as we
have a mind to, and when the white thread is distinguished from the black
we say, 'When dawn breaks the travelers are thankful that they have
journeyed by night.' If occasionally we are deceived by a mirage, and if
our heads, feverish from the action of heat and thirst, sometimes bubble
with ideas devoid of any basis of validity, no harm is done. The specters
of night dissolve with the dawn, the fever of the day is cooled by the
night breeze. Is there any alternative?

--
"j" ganz @@
www.sailnow.com

thoughts on a Saturday eve before a sail on Sunday
 

Why do most people seem to quote something they aren't and about something
they haven't done or are too afraid to do?

Is there no shame?


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Tilman

thoughts on a Saturday eve before a sail on Sunday
 

Piltdown Man wrote:
Why do most people seem to quote something they aren't and about something
they haven't done or are too afraid to do?

Is there no shame?


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Tilman


You have high standards. I just hope they get the correct reference.
JG's quote was from:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Season_...n_to_the_North
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al-Tayyib_Salih

thoughts on a Saturday eve before a sail on Sunday
 

"Jeff" wrote in message ...
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You have high standards. I just hope they get the correct reference. JG's
quote was from:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Season_...n_to_the_North
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al-Tayyib_Salih


Good catch! If you get a chance to read it... the only way I can describe it
as being lyrical. Amazing book.

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