<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Mission: Auld Lang Syne<br class="">Day:01<br class="">Stardate: 2445.12.28<br class=""> <br class="">(Risa– Suraya Bay Resort, Pool area - aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze - 12:00)</font><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Heinrich reclined poolside, PADD in hand. This unexpected vacation would be an incredible opportunity to catch up on reading. A friend had suggested he read Zhuangzi awhile back, and he figured he now had a chance to dive in. Heinrich was not the most philosophically minded, he preferred to read history (you know, things that actually happened), but his friend told him Zhuangzi would help open up his mind and conceive new possibilities. He also figured it would give him a better sense of ancient China, which he liked reading about from time to time.</font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">Heinrich read Zhuangzi recounting a dream he once had. He dreamt he was a butterfly fluttering about happily not a care in the world. In the dream he had no idea he was Zhuangzi. But when he woke up he suddenly came back to himself, he was Zhuangzi again. But, he said, " Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a m</font>an.” ~That’s silliness,~ Heinrich thought as he read the passage. ~We know what reality is because it feels real. What is he on about?~ But then he remembered what his friend said about conceiving new possibilities. </div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“Cannonball!”</font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">There was a huge splash. Water covered the PADD and Heinrich felt wet enough that he may as well had just jumped in the water. He looked up to see the culprit. Billy’s head popped out like a shark’s fin. "So how was the splash?”</font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">“Good one, Billy!” Heinrich called out. “You got me drenched. How’s the water?”</font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">(Reply Billy)</font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Georgia" class="">(Posted by Tim)</font></div></body></html>