This is the end of the world. I used to say that about the mountains, but I realize it was a different kind of frontier. Here is the edge of Empire. The closest I get to being an expat without fucking off to Kenya, Morocco, Spain, Nepal, or Brazil.
The sense of humility I get when I stand at the the furthest precipice of lava cliff overlooking the ocean is wholly different frm that of looking out into Backcountry wilderness or looking into the cosmos, whether via a telescope or just plain looking up. Here, I am looking into and across the void. Perhaps, were I ever to truly step offworld, I will rethink my assumptions.
Zoological anthropology along with all my other ologies keeps me Holmes-like interested. I realize I've barely grazed the surface and have only started poking at the worms underneath and that's part of the fun of it. Here, I can indulge my curiosities, for I am a curious bastard.
Oh, and I like to learn things too
