Sunday, March 15, 2009

The End of the World


We are all from far away places. We stand at the end of the world. Still, we stare further south, down the Beagle, across the Drake, and into the depths of something entirely unknown. In the chaotic frenzy of our cluttered world, we cling to a constant sense of connectedness, forever investing our time in many things, and in the end failing to truly be a part of any single one of them.
Tomorrow we set sail. Tomorrow we let go. Tomorrow we move forward. Tomorrow we begin to understand what it means to reattach ourselves to everything real. We get to feel our lives.
Tomorrow we begin the journey to Antarctica.