I think 99 times and find nothing.

I stop thinking, swim in silence, and the truth comes to me.

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He used to sail as a way to think.

He liked to go out during doldrums and jot down ideas about the universe.

He usually went out on his own, aimlessly and often carelessly.

Frequently he would go all day long, just drifting around.

More than once he had to be rescued and towed back.

He apparently was just out there meditating.

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