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Meditations for the day from Melvilles' Moby Dick.

First, a nice Babel passage:

"For though their progenitors, the builders of Babel, must doubtless, by their tower, have intended to rear the loftiest mast-head in all Asia, or Africa either; yet (ere the final truck was put to it) as that great stone mast of theirs may be said to have gone by the board, in the dread gale of God's wrath; therefore, we cannot give these Babel builders priority over the Egyptians."

Next, the parallel of the sailor removed from usual duties, high atop the mast-head, motionless, searching the horizons-- sounds just like a retired guy searching a sea of puzzle pieces, no?

"There is no life in thee, now, except that rocking life imparted by a gently rolling ship; by her, borrowed from the sea; by the sea, from the inscrutable tides of God. But while this sleep, this dream is on ye, move your foot or hand an inch; slip your hold at all; and your identity comes back in horror. Over Descartian vortices you hover. And perhaps, at mid-day, in the fairest weather, with one half-throttled shriek you drop through that transparent air into the summer sea, no more to rise for ever."

Thanks Herman, for the reminder to keep a grip!

Cydonia photo: ESA

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