Folded Thought of the Day: It has that feeling you might not be able to place your finger upon. Like walking along a beach on a sunny afternoon and you come upon the wreckage of a great ship. Or perhaps the bones of whale. And birds are circling above and you start to wonder just what the heck has been going on all this time. Why were all those songs written. What about all those theories and equations. Why did we strive to get so far so fast? What were we trying to prove? So many holes in our logic it was just a matter of time before it all got beached. But you can see the beauty in the decay. Sure looks better than that thing that was struggling to stay afloat, cutting through the water at dangerous speeds, breaking apart before our eyes, torpedoed from under us. Best to gather sea shells and listen in -- for some clue that's been hidden all this time...that we never bothered to hear. Drowned out with all our noise. And you might as well draw some crazy patterns in the sand, that'll surely be washed away before sunset -- safe from prying eyes. And fill your bucket and build a castle while you're at it...if you're up for it. Too much democracy going around these days. Take matters into your own hands. Get a little dirty. Sifting through the wreckage you might happen upon a bit of something valuable, which you will surely pocket. Even though you know it's not worth the effort. Best to get your hands on one of those broken compasses, just to get an idea of where all this was pointing, once upon a time. And if you're really feeling brave you can take a little tour through the cargo hold --just to get an idea of all the things they've been transporting all these years... beneath the surface. Climbing to the crow's nest, you'll imagine all the horizons that were once gazed upon. Looking out now, can you make out that ship sailing by, can you read the words on its hull or see the markings on its flag...can you feel the waves from its wake crashing beneath you? ------------------------