Today, yesterday, last month—there is no distinction in purpose—the Captain encountered in the gray of his matter a mirage of a man who caused him to question right, wrong, good, bad, just, unjust and the myriad of descriptors used to paint the steamy picture of runny black and white. Whenever it occurred, the question the apparition proffered lingers behind the fearsome forehead of festivities, but does not vacillate the vane of righteousness enough to cause change of course. Good, as good is, will continue to be the Captain’s primary pursuit of correction, with even less apology and less question as to the understanding of the interpretation of what is observed. But, then again, that is change, and one thing the lessons of Captains throughout time has proved: people tend not to change, or was that people do not change.

The course must be corrected, even if the correction is not a course. Right must squeeze the last bit of sweetness out of a dried navel of rotting citrus once good.

The path of right is not always on course, but is it ever wrong? Then what path could the Captain pursue? The path is the way, and the Captain will straighten the road… as long as the road can be seen… and understood… and not questioned… taken, just taken… but what about forks, about forks in the road… if we can’t change, is it impossible to take the fork other than that assigned by destiny… could we have taken the fork… could the Captain have been a vehicle for the unjust as easily as he has become the awesome force of justice… there was no choice… there is no choice… there is nothing to question…