To the Hills
I’ve had my Zero FX electric motorcycle for a few months now (2023). The word to describe the experience is “space-age” – I’m over the moon!
05-Zero
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27-Mist
Spoutings
THAT for six thousand years
—and no one knows how many millions of ages before
—the great whales should have been spouting all over the sea, and sprinkling and mistifying the gardens of the deep, as with so many sprinkling or mistifying pots; and that for some centuries back, thousands of hunters should have been close by the fountain of the whale, watching these sprinklings and spoutings
—that all this should be, and yet, that down to this blessed minute (fifteen and a quarter minutes past one o’clock P.M. of this sixteenth day of December, A.D. 1851), it should still remain a problem, whether these spoutings are, after all, really water, or nothing but vapour
—this is surely a noteworthy thing.
–Moby Dick; or, The Whale (Chap. 85: The Fountain) by Herman Melville
20-Leap
Takeoff!
View of SpaceX rocket launch from Vandenberg AFB, 235 miles away.
Fifteen satellites were carried to low-Earth orbit during last night’s mission.
There is also a band.
17-Ride
Reptilian
Florida Everglades is the only place on earth in which both alligators & crocodiles coexist.
11-Fend
Deliberate
Be not merciful unto them that offend of malicious wickedness. They grin like a dog and run about through the city. But thou, O Lord, shalt have them in derision. Thou shalt laugh all the heathen to scorn.
–Psalm 59
The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress.
–FrederickDouglass
10-Home
Going
Non-stop flight from London to San Francisco shows as a curve on Mercator Projection map of the Northern Hemisphere. The trip takes 11 hours at 36,000 feet altitude in the cramped fuselage of the Boing 777 jet airliner traveling up to 590 mph.
23-Fort
13-Grip
Oaring
One has to accept pain as a condition of existence. One has to court doubt and darkness as the cost of existence. One needs a will stubborn in conflict, but apt always to the total acceptance of living and dying.
The Shoes of the Fisherman by Morris L. West,