tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861040879314636229.post8478273752087040022..comments2023-10-16T02:25:02.755-07:00Comments on the Flat World's Edge: Mr Spock where are you?hmatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404391413500549802noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861040879314636229.post-37734621367538866252007-03-09T09:35:00.000-08:002007-03-09T09:35:00.000-08:00Reading Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness - about ...Reading Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness - about the days when Africa's interior was a great white emptiness on the charts - does leave you feeling like we were born too late!hmatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02404391413500549802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861040879314636229.post-19329779578361232932007-03-09T02:06:00.000-08:002007-03-09T02:06:00.000-08:00I could echo much of what is said in this lovely a...I could echo much of what is said in this lovely argument. There is a sense of loss, and a related sense of need, in progress. Doesn't it say a lot about the paradox of the human condition that this can be so. <BR/><BR/>We need adventure, discovery, and for things to require our intelligence and understanding.<BR/><BR/>One sunny afternoon in a bar in Thassos, I chatted with an old man, a native of that island, now probably long since dead. He told me that he had lived his entire adult life as a merchant sailor. He told me tales of exploration and discovery on the African coast. He loved to travel, he said.<BR/><BR/>Whereupon I asked him if had ever flown anywhere.<BR/><BR/>"No, no" he replied in his faltering English, "never fly, for I would never feel that I had actually travelled."Peterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08799220626717944205noreply@blogger.com