Excerpt from: stranded tracy wilson i think i have almost learned to track the time by the rays of the sun. time, like water, seems to sit in a pot unable to boil if your eye isn’t constantly on it. time seems to be the only thing that man hasn’t learned to control, but i am sure some genius, like fred johnson, is currently working on it while sitting in a cubicle checking the four thousand emails on his palm pilot. as for me, i think i will lean back on this dune and nap a while before i head out to catch some lunch. the word "genius" used in the sentence in this context most likely means a) someone who arrogantly believes he is smart b) a guardian spirit of a place or institution. c) a boring, dull fellow with little imagination. d) an exceptional natural capacity or talent for something.