Sure, you can go spelunking in a cave and see a few columns of stone, but nothing beats a bit of sinkholing in April.
There are mysterious worlds just under the ice.
They only last few a few weeks.
Like viewing fall leaves or spring plum blossoms, really.
Just as beautiful, too.
Aw shucks, it’s May. You’re too late!
But the magic will come again next year!
In Iceland, you look at the flow of life through a subconscious mind of ice from beyond the edge of the world, or …
…in Iceland, you look at the flow of the mind through a (melting and freezing) barrier of ice from beyond the edge of the world.
One could easily think about lesser things.
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Bessasstaðaá
Iceland was a warm place once, until the Cold War. Elephants roamed. Now they’re hibernating.
Actually, they look a lot like elephant seals. Hmmm.
The horses are still cold in the wind, though! No hibernating for them. But hay. Hay is good.
They’ll stay for hay.
Global warming carries the old ones away in pieces.
We follow, in the confusion our machines recreate for us as beauty.
Two codfish go to sea.
Definitely time for a visit to Jökullsárlón!
The water swirls, and the wind swirls in the water, and under the effects of a kind of spiritual gravity, they congeal.
If humans could move at their speed, they would still be swirling, but we are so fast that they appear still. We are light flickering on the surface of these flows.
And that’s beautiful, too. That’s Iceland: a country that lives at two speeds, at once.
The sun is bright inside the ancient ice of the glacial lagoon.
As the ice melts away, the sun inside is slowly revealed.
This is an artwork written with the stone the glaciers cut out of the mountains many centuries ago.
They have come together again, in beauty.
In mystery.
And in wonder.
This is the glory of the world.
Its moods are 50,000 years in the making.
They are not human moods.
Even the darkness is light.
Even the light is darkness.
You can see by it.
You have only a few minutes.
Begin.
