As those who write letters to the editor are fond of telling us, Einstein’s definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
When Einstein took time off (if you’ll pardon the expression), he visited corridors of thought never previously navigated by the human mind, and if his vacation began running short, he simply slowed down the clocks (Nice trick if you know how to do it). His getaways probably didn’t involve pitching an umbrella, setting up his beach chair, cracking open the cooler and happily digging his feet in the sand.
For, if it did, he’d understand the rationale behind beach renourishment. Tides ebb and flow--and coastlines, when left to themselves, alter their contours and profiles ad infinitum, subject to dynamic whim. For us mere mortals to slow down the clock involves dredges, pumps and pipelines, and the spending of much tax money just so that we might take a stand at the shore and shake our fists in the face of Mother Nature.
By Einstein’s definition, what we do year after year is insane; but if he realized that beach renourishment brings tourists who spend more money than it costs to our hotels, restaurants and attractions, then maybe the great scientist, were he still with us, might come up with a “Special Theory of Insanity” tailored for us Floridians.
In gratitude, I’d even buy the old coot a beer at the Elbo Room.