Then this came up on the 'net, and made it even sadder. Getting lonely here in Trekland:
kumatage: a bright appearance in the horizon, under the sun or moon, arising from the reflected light of those bodies from the small rippling waves on the surface of the water --Bowditch's Navigator, 24th Edition (1854). My day-to-day public writing appears in Life Afloat Archives (see link in sidebar) so go there first; this blog is simply what's going on in my head behind the scenes. You're welcome, but be advised you enter at your own risk - I offer no explanations and no apologies.
28 February 2015
I lost a childhood hero ... or did I? Certainly the creator, but not the creation? Imaginary characters never die, do they? After all, that's part of the purpose of creating: to leave something of your soul behind. On the other hand, one more protective layer between me and infinity is gone. That's how you know you're an elder ... when the hard questions come, and there's no one wiser or more experienced to ask, so all eyes turn to you.
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