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# Surfing in the Fog

*2026-03-11*

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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