on the Relevance of Hornblower

our reality is as blown smoke rings that circle and circle and go again around , dispersing and birthing new vortexes that each themselves finds an elliptic drain to circumnavigate , and so it goes

and thus my mind keeps coming back to that apparently fateful collaboration that was the first meeting of CS Forester and R Dahl ; he , the latter , as sanctioned by the elder , would go on to describe his surreal survival in the desert , rising from the flames of a moth that flew too close -- but surviving to tell the tale and many more that wormed their subversive selves into souls with niches ready and thus birthing new vortexes of exploration of self that each , in turn , may have a tale to tell and thus justify themselves

Hornblower is a sisyphean nightmare of duty and deception and death and discretion as the better part of honor. But at heart , it is a tale of mastering elements that can never be mastered : whether the wind or our whimsys. Each conscious entity - whether there , participating , of deliberate action or the fates - learns that the only power , the only force , is the passive flow of the weather gage and our ability to navigate , to find success and home port again , heavily dependent on our ability to model the flow of any and all forces , known and unknown , & none of which we can actually control. Failure is to risk being no more or to become something other than you were.

And in the scheme , if you survive , your wisdom as perspective of time joins the lodestar - until your ship finally can carry you no further and the next survivor becomes the Admiral Farmer , leading the flotilla of corporal entities as they foster diversity and flowering of brilliance as tales of adventure and exploration of all that we are possible of ; these being the only true coin of the realm.

9:26 AM December 8, 20/20 JSM