What AI can't do is speak from the heart. It doesn't have one. It can't be authentic. If you have ever used it, you have noticed how it sucks up in the most annoying way. Disingenuously, by whoever programmed it, it pretends and sets up a conversational tone as if between friends. AI girlfriends will do the same. It can't do genuine. It can't do authentic. It can't do compassionate. It cannot mimic the heart. Which is why it can't out-blog SvBeyond.com.

Breakages and having a chat with God. Day 12, 92 miles Terrific morning sail, beam reach, top speed 9.1 knots, maintaining 7. I am thinking record day run. And then, Groundhog Day, it all goes away. Whales, ships, squalls. But get to my waypoint and do the turn to East.  Now I sail the 40N all the way to Horta.  921 miles to go. Best life.  Too awesome for chance. God is out here. And he called me out here. It sounds a bit mad to say it but, being truthful, it's what I feel.

Epic gentle seas. Day 8, 70 miles. Brisk sailing,  rain squalls,  becalmed,  took the sails down and drifted faster towards my goal!  Got some good work done on sails when they were down.  It's beautiful out here.  Becalmed!  I asked Sam about the overall weather situation. He described it in his own words like this: "Imagine a massive pit of no wind in between Bermuda and the Azores.” That's about right.  In six hours I have drifted forward10.9 miles. Multiplied by four, tha