Time can certainly become lost on a desert island. I’m struck by the bright blue water here, the way the wind shapes the island, and the exotic birds that flit and flourish in the surrounds. Surprisingly I do not feel an immediate sense of island fever. It must be the rum.

Despite the mechanizations of discouraging precedent and policy as of late, we still inhabit a diverse and beautiful planet. Earth may be home by default, but imagine if we moved to it from another origin in the solar system, if we were Martian and expanded to Earth. We would be incredibly allured by the majestic scenery, the myriad of life. We can still be. We just have to see it. Aruba is proving a good provider of that perspective.