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+# Surfing in the Fog
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+*2026-03-11*
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+When surfing in the fog I am directly prompted to think philosophically.
+
+I inevitably ponder the counterintuitive truism in quantum mechanics stating
+that all that is unseen could be — and in fact is — anything and everything it
+can be. As fellow wave riders, strangers and friends, wink out of my sphere of
+sight and consciousness, as the steadfast constructs of society become
+transient and melt into the muffling grayness, all standards for comparison
+and preconceptions of perspective vanish and my thoughts branch out
+unfettered.
+
+As I ride (or duck beneath) the waves that silently materialize before me,
+concepts that have long eluded me suddenly coalesce. The parallel pathfinding
+algorithm underlying my project for the Intel STS came to me not in a
+laboratory or classroom but as I watched the branching rivulets of water find
+their way down my surfboard as I emerged from underneath a wave — I saw how
+signals splitting and rejoining as they propagate through a network can
+simulate the shortest path problem in computer science. Often, I find it more
+productive to open my mind to the vast ocean's meditative lull than to study.
+
+Sitting at peace in the stillness between the hollow waves is but one
+tributary of the vast "stream of power and wisdom" that animates me, the great
+river of physical and spiritual truth that emanates from nature. Running my
+hand along the ice-glazed needles of the fallen pine, inhaling the
+green-diffracted God-thought-breath of the morning forest, laughing as I hold
+wide my windbreaker and lean euphorically into the rushing torrents of the
+rain — this timeless rapture is my inspiration, this intricate, organic
+splendor a sanctified model for my thoughts. This is why I paddle out, never
+knowing exactly where I'll return to shore.
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+Source: [NoteStream note](https://notestream.cloud) · `1ebdac65`
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