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| | Zen now-time, sea kayaking, Taoist sea otters, Baranof Island, and beingness |
 | | It was no huge expedition or perilous venture, but it was undertaken as a personal quest to extend myself beyond the tiring round of thinking, drinking, working, contemplating, writing, and sleep. |
 | | I ended up camping on a lonely island and drinking a load of bad American beer and walking about aimlessly on shore without being able to still the chronic investigations which continued to plague me. |
 | | There was no future, no outcome, no goal, no awaiting experience, there was only the kayak, the sea, and...me. It is impossible to describe the magnificence of this sudden disentanglement which happened to me. In a goal-directed culture, in a time and accomplishment driven world, I had just fallen through the cracks. |
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