Open water, no land

# 2933

What is it like now to try to think?. Our little boat has twisted around in the breeze, a light fog, growing warmer, waves larger. Our relevant sea is not water but entropy.

It would be good to have a conversation with people who have read Gibbon, Dante, Aeschylus, Mirowski, Shabas., Thoreau, Ghosh, Toynbee, It isn’t going to happen and the ladader out has no rungs.