PEOPLE ARE FUNNY: LAVA FLOWS WHERE LAVA GOES.

I GUESS THE ONLY THING I CAN SAY about this DF (dumfuk) move is: there's nothing wrong with this picture—it's the touristas and their lava-obsessed tour-boat captain that are not quite in the frame of things, and who don't seem to realize the difference between virtual reality and actual reality. 

Now, I like a good lava flow as much as the next person, but I wouldn't want to get next to one, like these bozos, especially when molten magma is hitting all that cold ocean water. Hmmmm. Perhaps that steaming, moiling cauldron in the picture's foreground is a clue? Let’s see...super-heated plastic rock from deep within the earth...suddenly immersed into cold water...sounds a bit unstable to me, but hey, I'm no geologist. Could something, say, EXPLODE?

Apparently so, as was reported in July this year: a lava cannonball was launched by Mam Gaia into the fiberglass roof of the S.S. Minnow over there, much to the surprise and consternation from all those aboard that ship-of-fools ("Hey, Gilligan! Don't touch that, you dope!") Arr! ‘Twas a nice hole they found in the Cap'n's little boat. Arrr! 
Unfortunately, a couple of people were injured by the flying bits of exploding lava rock as they smashed their way aboard. As "Bryan", one of the passengers said afterwards, commenting on how everyone stepped up to help the injured, “It was great to see the human spirit actually working together.” And that's nice. It really is. But it would also have been great to see that same human spirit actually thinking together first.   

 It seems somewhere along the way we've lost our sense of wonder and proportion, and we've left our humility at the door. We're the lords of the dance, even if we fail to notice how worn and shabby our tutus have gotten. We've been at the center of our universe a little too long, me thinks, and it's time for a lesson or two. Would someone please take us out to the woodshed before it's too late!

Nothing seems to fill us with awe, anymore. We seem only to be interested in filling ourselves with 'experiences' and taking selfies. That was awesome, man! Here's Rick and me standing just inches away from where the lava rock crashed through! We don't stand on ceremony anymore. We trounce on it.

The world is there to entertain us, apparently. Occasionally however (and perhaps more and more frequently these days), Mam Gaia laughs in our faces, and throws us and everything we are into a cocked hat, and then she does a Mexican Hat Dance on us for good measure. But hey, if there's any dancing to do, we should do it like my favourite 80's Aussie band, Men Without Hats. I think those lava-boaters out on their three-hour tour would have had a heck of a lot more fun back in the BS (Before Selfies) years...

     Oh well, on to the next lava flow!

Cheers, Jake.