Progress Is Man's Ability To

Progress Is Man's Ability To Complicate Simplicity.

Land! An Island! We Devoured It Greedily With Our Eyes And Woke The Others, Who Tumbled Out Drowsily And Stared In All Directions As If They Thought Our Bow Was About To Run On To A Beach. Screaming Seabirds Formed A Bridge Across The Sky In The Direction Of The Distant Island, Which Stood Out Sharper Against The Horizon As The Red Background Widened And Turned Gold With The Approach Of The Sun And The Full Daylight.

I Have Never Been Able To Grasp The Meaning Of Time. I Don't Believe It Exists. I've Felt This Again And Again, When Alone And Out In Nature. On Such Occasions, Time Does Not Exist. Nor Does The Future Exist.

Surrounded By Military Airplanes And Warships From The World's Most Civilized And Developed Nations, We Have Been Denied Permission By Friendly Governments, For Reasons Of Security, To Land Anywhere, But In The Tiny, And Still Neutral, Republic Of Djibouti.

Once In A While You Find Yourself In An Odd Situation. You Get Into It By Degrees And In The Most Natural Way But, When You Are Right In The Midst Of It, You Are Suddenly Astonished And Ask Yourself How In The World It All Came About.