Below 60°
Today I cross a parallel that a fraction of the human collective will cross. The 60th parallel south, into Antarctic waters. One of the things that you are constantly reminding yourself, as you cross, is that you are at the bottom of the world. Our tiny blue dot that hovers in a universe that has no end and an unexplained beginning. Yet on this tiny sphere that we all reside, there are borders that most of us will never cross. So on this spec of our planet, I feel blessed to know that I have explored its outermost boundaries. I have journeyed into the primitive. And I have felt the beckoning cry to preserve this last great frontier. I feel called to tell the tales of the things most humans may never see and appeal to them to preserve the substance of a place they may never feel. I have to express why Antarctica matters to our survival and the earth we share.
