Where did we come from? Can life be a product of destruction? I recently read about a Japanese performance artist, who on his deathbed gathered his friends around him and performed one last dance as life slipped from his fingers. In a way, it became his sacrifice to the living; a parting gift as he shook the hand of death. Can we learn to be so in tune with ourselves as to not fear imminence? I feel that people are so greatly turned inwards, to technology and to their own self-satisfaction, that we constantly miss out on what could potentially inform us to greater ends. Our interactions with the land and the friction of communication within structured space is of vast importance, and sometimes we forget to take a step back and look at these things as critical to our survival as a species. Death is merely a return to the womb.
I know what I feel. We have come to Iceland not only to fulfill our own fantasies and imaginings, but to be touched and changed by the land itself.
1 comment:
no, this is effing gorgeous.
when did you become so eloquent?
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