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Sailors  IT seemed for the first time that I noticed the true age showing on the old catboat. Half the spar varnish was gray. There were dangerous splits in many of the oak ribs. The keel was rough and worn from many landings. She was barnacled from two seasons. These were the waters that held the baleful wrek of the Common Plea. And others. Many many others. Some sailors become marooned. Some stay on the beach in envy. Some are lost in crossings. Some are not. Some have the Good Pilot. Some the Good Pilot have not. Some sailors are found. Some sailors are lost. Now in the reality of physics we meet the realization of time. Now is the Great Separation. Sailors who are found will be found still. Sailors who are lost will be lost still. A few leagues west a long time ago the Mayflower attempted a landing but the waters were too treacherous. She had a good pilot and managed to round Race Point for another try at First Encounter Beach near Wellfleet. A small party went ashore. In the distance they encountered three Indians; two men, a small boy and a dog. On the Mayflower was a twelve year old girl named Desire Mintor. I am sure Desire wondered what the boy would be like. Perhaps they would become friends. Could the Indians have spotted the strange ship? Could the Indian boy hae seen Deisire Mintor on deck? Perhaps that night he too dreamed they would become friends. What would be said in this meeting of worlds? Surely she would tell him about the King and Queen and the wonderful castles and palaces. But she wouldn't tell him about the fierce Spanish who whould make the Indians into slaves. Not right away. He would show her his hunting skills and the streams full of herring. But he wouldn't tell her of the warlike Iroquois. Not right away. As the mass realization of other realities and the true nature of time increases, there will be other ships and other sailors. These may be very different ships. These may not be very different sailors. Some that seem to be friends may really be enemies. Those who seem to be enemies may have some good souls among them. This realization would be occurring in mass with them as it is with us. The Great Separation will be with them also. How guided is our history of science? Many came very close to expressing the new geometry to the masses in the past. But they did not succeed. There are structures in antiquity which amply show that the geometry was known. But it was not told. How could I succeed where so many failed? Was my vision of David the hallucination of one soon to drown? My fingers were numb. I tied the sheet. The tiller also I tied. My hands were under my coat and sweater for warmth. The tiller I corrected with my elbow. The vision of David I saw not. The voice of David I heard not.  |