Privacy is good to practice. Conditions in societies without privacy don’t appeal. An exception to the joys of privacy occurs when incapacitated. In a closed room with no windows. Unable to move. God knows you are there. Dog knows you are there. But neither watchmaker God nor dog have the skill set required to fix your fall. Hug the concrete.
Shore birds are inured to motorized watercraft, but display a degree of alarm if the boat is quiet. Eek! A kayak. This balloon snuck up on me this morning then fired the propane burner. Eek.
