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Paul saw the flyer for the zip line almost as soon as we checked into the resort in St Lucia. It wouldn't have been my first choice, or even, frankly, my second for something to do. I thought we would spend the week lying on the beach, exploring the towns, drinking rum punches. But for all his contemplation, Paul had a sense of adventure and always sought out the unusual; in this case he was drawn to the exotic -- zip lining and snorkeling. Our trip through the rain forest treetops was as liberating as he had promised. "Just go," he urged, as they pushed me off. His smile was radiant as he flew through the air.

But it was the snorkeling he loved most. You have to give up a sense of direction to get the most out of snorkeling; you have to let the undercurrents direct you and slow your mind way down. It was the perfect environment for Paul, who loved nothing more than to follow his nose. Words often got in the way for him, and he sought out ways to get out of his busy mind. He trusted and preferred to live in his unconscious. Again and again we would swim among the fish; he couldn’t get enough of that feeling of letting go. We did explore the towns and drink rum punches, but we never lay on the beach. There was too much adventure in him.