Pre-Columbian Cruises

Fellow Pirates-

Author John Haslett “has built four sailing rafts, voyaging on them for over two thousand miles in over 120 days at sea, between 1995 and 2000.
John is a writer in Los Angeles, California” and commented on yesterday’s blog concerning his “new book about voyaging on the open sea aboard balsa rafts. The book is called “Voyage of the Manteño, The Education of a Modern-Day Expeditioner” (St. Martin’s Press, Dec 06). It is the true story of how my colleagues built and sailed four rafts in the late 1990s. We love Thor Heyerdahl and the Kon-Tiki story, but we were more interested in the raft’s original function, which was to transport heavy freight up and down the South American coast in the era before the arrival of the Conquistadors. During our expeditions we experienced “madness, mutiny, mud, terror, desperation, failure, disease, death, the surreal, and the sublime.” Makes for interesting reading.”
He got my interest. I bought it and I trustitwillarouse the adventurer in your own soul.His link is which I recommend that you take a gander at and as you all know my love for “universal” laws another part of life on the raft was…”the constant repairing of just about about everything. As Maestro Enrique told us, ‘Everything on a vessel like that is hard to do’. He’s right; everything seemed to be connected to everything else, and I discovered a law after a while: ‘To Do One Thing Requires Doing Three Other Things First‘ which sets up a vicious cycle wherein it is hard to get anything done quickly. Things always need to be done quickly, and things break at the worst possible time…”
I imagine that when humans experience the fantastic and the transcendent in the midst of mud and madness one sees that the three dimensional world advances in the company of that old apparition, time.
So Hicks says relax for the “tea pot is on, the cups are waiting, Favorite chairs anticipating, No matter what I have to do my friend there’s always time for you”
And this time, let’s talk about time again. On Nova there was a story told “among scientists of an immigrant to America who has lost his watch. He walks up to a man on a New York street and asks, ‘Please, Sir, what is time?’ The scientist replies, ‘I’m sorry, you’ll have to ask a philosopher. I’m just a physicist.”’
These days, as a half-assed philosopher, I prefer to imagine timeto be like a painter’s canvas so to speak waiting for me to put my brushstrokes on it.
I guess I just do not like the idea that just because time exists theoreticallyall events in time also have to bepreset.
According to my spiritual and natural beliefs, I have faith that we can liberally exercise the only thing we really own, our own free will.
Very Thomas Jefferson-like don’t you think?
It is as thoughtime exists only in our minds even though its special effects are perceived to be everywhere throughout the cosmos and as John and his crew foundalso on precarious balsa rafts posing as pre-Columbian vessels sailing off the West Coast of Ecuador with friends sharing this mysterious eccentric called time together.

That is timely you scalawags.


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