I fell in love with volcanoes and lava in a geology class. It wasn’t anything specific I loved about them, I just did. I suppose for a curious mind, the idea that rock could boil and flow was mind bending. The idea that the earth’s crust is ~45km thick and somewhere below it is something more dramatic… That the movement of what’s inside couldn’t always be heard or felt but once it erupted, you would know that it’s even more powerful that the crust itself.
Encrusted. You have to wonder if this isn’t how we’re built. “encrusted” by skin but with something more dynamic within. Wouldn’t the wonder of stepping on an active mountain be the same as the wonder of stepping on a dynamic version of self. Minus the part where it’s deadly if you are ever in its destructive war path.
And so for dreams sake, I can’t wait to see one of these open mountains… Whether from a helicopter flying overhead or from a hike up.