If you don't die of thirst, there are blessings in the desert. You can be pulled into limitlessness, which we all yearn for, or you can do the beauty of minutiae, the scrimshaw of tiny and precise. The sky is your ocean, and the crystal silence will uplift you like great gospel music, or Neil Young.
“Problems are the price of progress. Don't bring me anything but trouble. Good news weakens me.”
“We will bankrupt ourselves in the vain search for absolute security.”