Across A Thousand Cracks In Antarctica
Where silence might be as deadly as the roaring of an ice bear
When I flew over Antarctica, in a cozy warm plane, tightly strapped into my seat to make me feel at least a tiny bit secure, I enjoyed the privilege of glancing down on this breathtaking beauty of an untamed, vast land. The endless ice fields stretched out before me, dotted with thousands of cracks and small islands, a testament to the power of nature.
The emptiness of the landscape heightened my sense of awe. A world untouched by the hands of humans. How small and fleeting human life is in the grand scheme of things, and how important to cherish and protect the world!
It was this moment, when I fancied to pick one of the ice floes as my island, my home for the moment. Where would I want to grab the ice pick and shovel to build me an igloo?
Would the silence around me make my relentless inner voices roaring unbearably?
Would be alone with myself be more dangerous than the cold?
Would my world view crack easier than the ice shelf I am sitting on?
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REVELATION: Happily, this arctic scene was just around 1 m (3ft) wide and I was observing the vastness in my comfy cotton shorts, barefoot on warm soil. Blueish fine sludge from my first dreaded and now beloved tunnel construction site, dried in the sun, now having the blueish tone being enhanced by the blue hour. I enjoyed the short trip to antarctica just to turn around and smile into the warm scenery of cozy, secure, slow, small Bern, Switzerland. Want more “Tunnel Vision”? Follow me…
