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Is There Really a Deserted Island?
And have you ever been there?
Okay, so you are all alone on a deserted island way out in the middle of some ocean. You are sitting on a pristine beach, sand between your toes and in other places, and you are looking out over the seemingly endless ocean.
The ocean stretches to every horizon. Anything beyond the surrounding horizons are products of memory and imagination. There is always a distance between you and those realities.
There is always an ocean between yourself and everything else.
Can you imagine that?
How deeply do you connect to that ocean?
What is the difference between the ocean and that which it separates?
And what about that digital ocean our feet are dangling in?
Can we reconnect continents by dangling our feet in the same ocean?
Like the birds, can we fly over it all and still feel all the connections? Can we gain aerial perspective on things? Do we have the wings to fly us into those places which we have always dreamed of going?
Being on a deserted island, everything becomes a choice. Every movement changes reality. Every occurrence is in plain sight. We can choose what horizon we want to watch.
