Under the Volcano

This Icelandic Volcano story is fascinating.
Reminds me of the Viking saga's, all that fire and ice and mythological metaphor - Odin breathing fire and threatening to send us all to Valhalla.
Strange feeling not seeing contrails in the sky or hearing planes, I don't get that many here, and always at high altitude, but the subliminal engine sizzle was noticeable by its absence.

Incredible how nature can just spring these society stopping events on us 'out of the blue' so to speak. We take so many things for granted, the ease of travel, the hum drum convenience of everyday communication and social and economic exchange, then one morning we wake up and nature has belched and farted, and our fragile existence and freedom is slapped back into our collective mushes.
Hey you there, you're only short-term tenants remember!

But we never do really. We just shrug it off, things go back to 'normal' and we laugh about it. A nervous laugh though sometimes to be sure.

The flights are back on, everyone's reunited, commercial battle is rejoined and we push the volcano, the floods, the tsunami's, the tornado's, the meteors etc into the little psychic cupboard under the stairs and keep that door padlocked from the kids.

The more populated and technologically dependent the human world becomes the bigger and bigger those padlocks will have to be. That little door will get uglier and uglier until we can't ignore it anymore.