We've got our sextant set. We can get there. Yet hidden through darkened seas, pursure it all through degrees. Just a question- does a ship need a destination? We extrapolate hindsight to validate the endeavor, lose ourselves while seeking safer harbor. Navigation requires reference, extrapolate hindsight to make the course seem clear. Will we be remembered for what we thought was so dear? I quit my tour of duty, not mutiny but a sea-leap. Captain you're so righteous that you're wrongus. I'd rather swim with the sharks.