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224 pages, Hardcover
First published May 21, 1993
I thank my father, who himself loves sailing, for giving this book to me at the right time - just as I finished my PhD and promptly decided to abandon that track for something that truly calls to my heart, intellect, and passion. After reading Bode's words about sailing, I feel even more sound in who I am and who I hope to be and to become.
I come now, at this late juncture of my life, to this sudden realization: I have no destination, no real destination, in the literal sense. The destination, the place toward which my life is tending, is the journey itself and not the final stopping place. How I get there is more important than whether I arrive, although I will arrive, and what I must try to remember, now more than ever, is to listen to the wind, and the wind will tell me what to do.
I am overwhelmed by the power of remembrance. I do not dwell in this precise and fleeting moment, but in the accumulation of all my moments for as far back as my human memory goes. I am my past, and to deny my past is to deny myself, because the life I lived right up to this ephemeral instant defines who I am. My life is not in me; it is on what I remember, and I do not possess what I remember so much as it possesses me.