I rowed ashore at twilight because I wanted my little gift to be more dramatic. My time in the islands was ending, and this little Indio family had made my weeks anchored off their simple homestead so exquisite, that I wanted to leave them a memento of my visit.
As I stepped out of my dinghy, the littlest child was her normal enthusiastic and inquisitive self. At four years old, the entire world just seemed to her to be one gigantic magical unfolding. Ah, if we adults could only retain that sense of enchantment.
I displayed the odd, pancake-shaped object that I had brought with me, and then started to blow it up like a balloon. Both the parents and the children were mystified. Once it was inflated, I held it in front of them ceremoniously and then with a flourish of my other hand I pressed a button that turned it into a light. The kids clapped and laughed and their mom and dad smiled. After presenting it to them, I explained that it was powered by a miniature solar panel that did not require electricity. They were delighted by this farewell offering which was both magical and practical.
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Back onboard AVENTURA an hour later, as I sat on deck beneath the dark, glittering, eternal night-dome, my thoughts turned to the concept of “light giving.” Yes, I had just given that little family a literal gift of light. But I also realized that my mission during these twilight years of my own life is to share as much philosophical light as I can. This quest seems particularly urgent because the dominators of human society, who I like to call The Malignant Overlords, seem to have an enormous portion of their control grid master plan already in place.
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