a point of departure , A Human Strategy, Matt Berry, aphorism 283
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The captain who tacked east and west against the north wind could never be seen in his northward bent ... but at last he struck the ice. Now suppose that this collision cracked open the side of the ship and a prisoner held within the dark hull for the entire journey stepped out upon the ice, held up his fists to the sky and rejoiced. This cerebral actuality, this beginning, this single point has no historical accounting with which to recognize a tendency. It is not seen as a destination and will soon become a point of departure for the memory.