How much control over reality do you have? I'd love to answer that one. What determines whether the cat in the box is alive of dead? Is reality independent of our perceptions? Or are our perceptions a part of reality and thus a determinate of it? Heady stuff. In this short story, the three guys have to tackled this Gordian Knot. (Short Speculative Fiction) The old man, the kid, and the swami sail their boat, Mandjet, toward an inscrutable fog bank. It looms before them, mysterious and impenetrable. It threatens to change its nature at any moment, at the slightest provocation. The old man, who captains the boat, consults his charts. He could turn around, but he refuses to do so. He maintains his course. Indeed, he switches off all of the boat's navigational equipment. He will tolerate no accidents, no ugly surprises.