Everything was perfectly assembled so that only the insightful could find meaning in the unfathomable. Apparently unfathomable,, of course. For beneath the plates of salty ice, scattered by the grace of an anonymous and treacherous blow, there was the quiet and life-giving water. Still beneath it, shyly hidden, the earth barely appeared, claiming its place in the landscape under the volcano’s impassive gaze. I surrounded it a million times, trying to unearth it from absurdity. Even today, I do not know if I did, nor how much.I do not know if I unearthed the mystery of the unfathomable, not even today.