Walking the dog

It's
impressive how we as members of mankind become who we are, imbibing
through our antenna, signals and analysis, based on our primeval
subjectivity to custom and reference to our fear of the unknown.
The
three masted barque stood at anchor a mile off shore. She had sailed
from Europe on a passage of discovery and topographical map making,
laying claim, naming the inlets and the topography, donating names from a
hat full of famous people, particularly those the Captain wished to
impress on his return home.
His
voyage had been one of meticulous calculation given the crudity of the
navigational instruments on board and a lack of an accurate time piece.
His journey laid out on his chart in straight lines,point to point from
landmass to landmass. It was an exposition of meticulous planning.
As
he watched the canoes just off shore, paddled by the native Indian,
skimming hither and thither, a short burst to the right, a pause whilst
others gathered around and then off on another tack for another short
burst of paddling, like beetles floating on water, zig zagging about
with no apparent motive.
Was this a manoeuvre, a prelude to an attack, the Captain maintained his guard.
Anthropology
has revealed that the Indian on this West coast of North America was
more at home on the sea than on land. His movements were of the person
visiting a fair, moving about between the various entertainment booths,
drawn on a whim. His life though rooted on the land was turned towards
the sea. To him the dangers lay in the forest and the mountains where
the vision was foreshortened by the trees and the danger of attack. The
sea was an open visitor up to the horizon where he could walk the dog
without fear.
This
fundamental mind shift, one fearing the sea whilst taming the land for
settlement, the other through force of circumstance fearing the land and
its dangers sought solis from the sea, at least whilst the weather
held.
It's fascinating how we are trapped in our culture and the hob goblins of our youth, direct our paths throughout this life.
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