Volcano: A Meditation

One month becomes two, becomes three, becomes four.

You look down: it’s the start of February. You look back up: it’s almost June.


In the seeming blink of an eye, a third of the year is gone.

The weeks and months fly by, but the minutes and hours crawl.

Such is the distortion and dilation of time when life erupts like a volcano.

When change and violence cascade like lava, sweeping away and destroying what was there.

But in time, volcanoes stop erupting. Lava cools. Out of the lava that  destroyed comes new life.

Time doesn’t just heal wounds. It creates new life out of destruction.

Sometimes we mourn what was destroyed. But sometimes we celebrate. At times, some things just need to be destroyed.

Such is the danger and the benefit of building our cities on volcanoes, like Nietzsche says.

For now though, time to start building anew.

“For believe me! — the secret for harvesting from existence the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment is: to live dangerously! Build your cities on the slopes of Vesuvius! Send your ships into uncharted seas! Live at war with your peers and yourselves! Be robbers and conquerors as long as you cannot be rulers and possessors, you seekers of knowledge! Soon the age will be past when you could be content to live hidden in forests like shy deer! At long last the search for knowledge will reach out for its due: — it will want to rule and possess, and you with it!” – Nietzsche