At the risk of raising a few (more) eyebrows, the following observations are thrown out - on the off chance that they might strike a chord of recognition.
Most would agree that we live in trying times (whether any more trying than other times, is open to question). We are faced with a seemingly endless list of problems - be they environmental, social, or economic ---- personal, familial, tribal, local, national or international . The world media, via written and spoken words and graphic images, is constantly screaming about the calamities that are currently befalling us - or are likely to befall us in the near future.
Meanwhile, family members, friends, acquaintances, associates, cultures, religions, teachers, lawmakers, political parties, local, national, and international governmental agencies are, constantly and loudly, bombarding us with their suggestions, advice, warnings, demands, restrictions, rules, decrees and laws, which are THE ANSWER to all of these problems.
All of this noise is added to the constant din of the market place - with vendors shouting at us to buy their wares - and goading us to obtain more and more money to do so. Granted, this is nothing new in mankind's history. The difference is that, unlike in earlier times, when one only visited the market place occasionally, most of the human inhabitants of the planet today live and work well within earshot of the incredibly noisy worldwide market place.
All in all, for most of us, most of the time, it's pretty damn noisy and crowded! It would appear that it might be pleasant, and perhaps even beneficial (both on a personal level and a societal level) for individuals to escape from this cacophony occasionally, and spend a little time in somewhat quieter places. Perhaps, the best way to get to these few remaining oases of tranquility (while retaining a few of the material comforts, which many of us have become addicted to) is by boat.
One needs to tread lightly, however, for, while these places are lavishly interwoven with quiet whispers of wisdom, comfort, and joy, such whispers are easily drowned out by the slightest of noises imported from the outside world. It might turn out that a particular boat is simply too noisy (in every sense of the word) to take us where we need to go.
For those of us fortunate enough to, occasionally, spend a little time in such oases -"perchance, to dream awhile", the rewards can be significant --- and if sadly, the shouted prophecies, about "the sky falling", should come to pass, hopefully we will have suitable vehicles, in which - "perchance, to escape the rain of debris".