Despite his living in a society firmly grounded in tradition, in basing today’s decisions on yesterday’s observations, in the paradox of individualized conformity, Patrick has a remarkable ability to do things purely because he loves them and because he believes in them. His willingness to eschew expected routine is part of what makes him a visionary unburdened by the judgment of others, by the way things ‘ought to be done’, and, potentially, by sanity. His passions have never ceased to expand my thinking, and so, not knowing what to expect, I joined him on his weekly ritual of frozen self-baptism. All the well-established allegories of water lend themselves to his purpose. The lake is a timeless, omnipresent neighbor whose calm, fury, and beauty will long outlive me, you, and the rest of humanity; yet its inconstancy is what makes it so enamoring. To relish its presence not just in the warmth of the summer but also in chill of winter is to shift one’s relationship with the water from spectation to purification, and though stepping into the freezing water is stepping into icy trepidation, the minutes after we scrambled back up the icy embankment were nothing short of giddy. Without romanticizing further, suffice it to say that the arctic swim was cleansing- both from the endorphin mediated rush of escaping the numbing cold and from the existential fulfillment of doing something against the grain and with purpose. I think this is much the same feeling one might feel after helping the needy, contributing to society… in the case contributing to Ripple Africa. I recommend both to all who read this.