I was sculling alone down the River of Life,
No thought for tomorrow, no thought of a wife...

I was sculling alone down the River of Dreams,
Plans hopes and fears sub-rising in streams
Those plans, hopes and fears, they circle my mind,
I aimed for the sun but hit the dirt blind.

One day it will come, the thought comes to me
When my turn it will come to again put to sea:
That will be then, but then it will be now.
Who can say when, and who can say how?

Day by day, says wisdom, if you tend to the flame
It may often look similar, but it's never the same:

It is becoming increasingly apparent that if humanity has any kind of future worth living in it is going to require a community of purpose, co-opting the most people-friendly elements from all the existing cultural traditions on the planet.

I'd like to hear from participants- who are you? Where are you? What are you doing?

Forty years ago I left my home country of England on what I romantically envisioned as a voyage of adventure and discovery of indefinite duration. I was 21 and had come of age in the 1960s, when all pre-existing assumptions about life, the universe and everything were up for challenge.
What I took with me had to fit on a Triumph Bonneville 500cc motorcycle. Along with a tent, sleeping bag and a change of clothes, I carried a copy of the Whole earth Catalog, some poetry by William Blake and Alan Ginsberg and a copy of Buckminster Fuller's book; An Operating Manual for Spaceship Earth.