The Edge of the Earth
We the carefree and blissful float freely on plates so gigantic, words like 'tectonic' are used to describe them. On rivers of molten lava, these masses move steadily, holding boundless bodies of water, countless countries and congested cities. Sometimes they drift, ever-so-slightly apart, leaving wounds that run deep into the ground. At other times, they crash together, with beautiful violence, creating towering mountain ranges. And we, the helpless passengers, float this way and that way, carried like polar bears transversing arctic waters.
Each plate has an edge, an end to the earth, mostly tucked away from our awareness. All but one edge sit deep within oceanic waters, like the wizard behind the curtains of Oz. The only visible edge can be found within #Iceland, where the edges of the Earth can be touched. A place where the North American and Eurasian plates have been slowly moving apart. There the edges line up in opposition, divided by an expanse that is 'technically' nowhere. It is a place between the plates. And we, the dreamers are reminded that it is possible to walk between the plates of reality. To exist in the place between places. Unbound by reality. Here, we are able to chase our #dreamsBeyondReality
About the photo:
Standing on the great continental divide, looking up at the North American plate.