Tranquility Base, The Ego Has Landed
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Working on floating hotels. you are the United Nations Ambassador,and the whole passenger manifest become non-persons and are granted an ethical equivalent of diplomatic immunity. Anything goes. No judgments. Still, I know I need a vacation from my vacation, when the little things, like elevator behavior, or grab and go at the buffet line start to irk me. It's actually, the tip of the iceberg.
Spending an overnight on land in Central Florida is the best way for me to compare these two mundane worlds. Its a kind of deliverance, a release from the stronghold of the sea, and its own kind of underbelly, wildness and danger, isolated from the gloss and safety of the USA. Gravity hurts.
Legend In My Own Mind
It’s easy come easy go with sailing memories, as the older I get the better my past gets. Everyone lives with self mythology. I am no miraculous exception. A figment of my imagination, I a legend in my own mind. It's not brain surgery, it's rocket science, fooled by randomness, I have left everything up to chance, yet my "career" at sea reads like a novel, page by page.
I am the hero of my own life. This self mythology are the stories I tell about myself. The more I tell these stories the less likely they are true.
Going on land to get a more accurate view of the world and myself can be shocking---Life on board a ship is like a carton of milk, with an expiration date stamped right on the carton.
Going on land to get a more accurate view of the world and myself can be shocking---Life on board a ship is like a carton of milk, with an expiration date stamped right on the carton.
Understanding the mythology of myself at sea is far more important than watching the instant replay of what actually happened.
The more important a memory is to the story I tell myself about myself, the more often I rehearse the memory. And the more often I relive those memories , the less likely it is that they are true.
