They live with it.
One can presume water knows a lot about people, too.
In Stykkishólmur, halfway to the far west, where land ends, people know about harbour, where land and water and people mix and voyages begin.
On the hill above the harbour there is an old library.
From it, you can read people reading the water and read the water writing the world.
You can also play chess.
This is the Library of Water.
Water from Iceland’s glaciers is here to be read.
To reveal itself.
Shelved with the shelves of the world.
Among houses for water.
And houses for people.
Water reveals itself here.
People come to be written by it.
And to see their world with new eyes.
They come to see with the eyes of water.
And to play a little chess.