Leucon, no one’s allowed to know his fate,
Not you, not me: don’t ask, don’t hunt for answers
In tea leaves or palms. Be patient with whatever comes.
This could be our last winter, it could be many
More, pounding the Tuscan Sea on these rocks:
Do what you must, be wise, cut your vines
And forget about hope. Time goes running, even
As we talk. Take the present, the future's no one's affair.
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Horace's Ode I:11
Posted: Oct 08
That is the definition of trust.
Barbara – I’m standing up but this still went over my head.
Does Barbara mean that zippers are untrustworthy on terra firma and should not be considered integral to the function of a craft on the briny sea?
Laurna – Dunno. Mayhap. This particular zipper was integral only to the functioning of those plastic panels that they lower as translucent wind/rain screens, so there wasn’t much functional risk involved. But it did make a nice counterpoint to all those ropes.