We swim, it seems, in a great river of half-truths. It never
slows or ceases to churn and we are made so wet by its overwhelming spray we
become soaked to distraction in the message. We cannot successfully navigate
such powerful currents; but we continue to try; to seek out in vain, the wide,
shallow waters where calm resides. I have decided I shall no longer fight the
current. I will now float to the shore and sit upon the riverbank. There free
of the tides I shall hope to see the world anew. For it seems to me, our lives
are mostly spent trying to reach the moon; until we at last realise, all we
needed to do was sit and look up at the stars to be content.
