Beyond a critical point within a finite space, freedom diminishes as
numbers increase. This is as true of humans in the finite space of a
planetary ecosystem as it is of gas molecules in a sealed flask. The
human question is not how many can possibly survive within the system,
but what kind of existence is possible for those who do survive.
-- Pardot Kynes, First Imperial Planetologist of Arrakis (Dune by Frank Herbert)
Showing posts with label overcrowding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label overcrowding. Show all posts
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Sunday, August 16, 2009
what hath urethane wrought?
In today's lineup -- stripped of fitness requirements, basic abilities, and the administration of swift justice for the lack of either -- it's pure anarchy. Entry-level kooks now have, with the longboard/leash combo, a backstage pass into what once was the inner sanctum of those who had paid their dues over years of hardscrabble apprenticeship and many, many long swims.
-- Dave Parmenter, Surfer magazine (June 2000)
-- Dave Parmenter, Surfer magazine (June 2000)
Labels:
growth,
melancholy,
nostalgia,
overcrowding,
surfing
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