Straining to see the most distant horizon through the thickest of fogs, you fail to notice the obstacle that will thwart your next step; relentlessly scanning the rugged terrain at your feet for hazards, you fail to notice how far off-course your current trajectory is.
A compass and a means to float above the fog solves both of these problems.
Assorted thoughts, tall tales, and other blatherings from the high seas of existential styrofoam.
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