Toward the bright stars, from the dark ground, he hurled another petition, for whatever it was worth. - Roger Zelazny

When you talk about being an 'anticipator,' of having a pretty good idea of when something's going to happen—or how, or who will be there—isn't that a kind of divination?"
"No. I think it's more a kind of subconscious knack for dealing with statistics, against a fairly well-known field of actions."

"You are a deviant from the social norm!"
"Is that an insult or a diagnosis?"

On the water, aboard the Proteus, the crowding, the activities, the tempo, of life in the cities, on the land, are muted, slowed—fictionalized—by the metaphysical distancing a few meters of water can provide. We alter the landscape with great facility, but the ocean has always seemed unchanged, and I suppose by extension we are infected with some feelings of timelessness whenever we set out upon her.