Float Uros and meet Peralandra

The herd of words I think of often are these. "As soon as you had taken the evil one and I awoke from my sleep my mind was cleared. It was a wonder to me Piebald, that for all those days, you and I could have been so young. The reason for not yet living on the fixed land is now so plain. How could I wish to live there except because it was Fixed and why should I desire the fixed except to make sure--to be able on one day to command where I should be the next and what should happen to me. It was to reject the wave--to draw my hands out of Maledils to say to Him, 'Not thus but thus' to put in our own power what times should roll towards us as if you gathered fruits together today for tomorrow's eating instead of taking what come. That would have been cold love and feeble trust and out of it how could we ever climbed back into love and trust again?" c.s. lewis

Step onto a blow up castle, or step into Uros. Tones are different, but the pressure between the little toe, the big toe, and the heel callus are the same. The largest, pardon highest, navigable lake in the world birthed minds capable of building impressive, no a stronger word, impassioned yellow bubble taffy reed islands. I imagined thankfulness for uncalculated waves to move the square occupied by the little toes, the big toes, and the heel calluses. I imagined inhabitants, usually 5 families, undreading the man-made reed anchor for the wind to do its thing, winds unknown gifts things. The lift from another human beings foot in a blow up castle is exhilarating. Especially when they hop. Something hopped.