On Little Cayman Island, the shore drops off so gradually from the beach that here, around half a mile from shore, the sandy bottom is still only around thirty feet below us, its natural whiteness shimmering pale blue through the limpid tropical water as we view it from the skiff. Then with unexpected precipitance, the luminosity of the sand ends suddenly right at the edge of a trench of profound depth with steep sides like an ancient river canyon. It is into that trench that we are about to dive.
Nice story. Agreed - I get so sick of the "human consciousness and beliefs are all that matters" ideas. It's a really foolish bit of conceptual solipsism. We and our viewpoints are only the most infinitesimal bits of an inconceivably vast and mysterious universe.
Nice story. Agreed - I get so sick of the "human consciousness and beliefs are all that matters" ideas. It's a really foolish bit of conceptual solipsism. We and our viewpoints are only the most infinitesimal bits of an inconceivably vast and mysterious universe.