Imagine, becoming the volcano. You can, at Skutustaðir. You will have to become a different person, that’s all.
Imagine that a pond in a mud crater on an eye-land in the sea really is an eye in the land, that you look at it with your eye, and the sea is there, looking back. If you can’t, then stop by and talk about nature and beauty.

But if you can stay, then turn around.

Then turn around again.

If you’ve done it right you’ve left your old eyes behind.

You’re walking in the footsteps of the wind.