yo man I was kayaking this evening on a remote, and desolate, and almost quiet corner of a large lake, silence interrupted only by the occasioal train, and the less occassional car, on an even more remote highway. Where the only living critter moving faster than me was a bird dive bombing into the water or a fish splashing about. There's something about being on the water; it is more freedom than limitation. It's a flat, open surface to explore in all directions. Land has high grass, insects, holes, trees, rocks, hills, needs to be cleared, cultivated, manicured. Water has its unique challeges, but there's more freedom of movement, takes less effort. For man to ride on the water like a duck, avoiding its dangers by being on the surface and away from the dangers of land. Solitude on a lake at dusk, unbothered by the rest of the world.

yo man Bring. It. On.