heavy snow, wind, and cold here in Helsinki after the mildness of Oslo this morning. a nice, though short visit with Kenneth and Vibeke.
Tide er et produkt. Time is a product. — advertisement in Gardermoen Airport
says it all. it has come to an end. time as a unreachable object. and at the same day, in the early-morning haze of weariness, waiting for the rest of the house to stir, I scan a book on Artificial Life. full of comments that somehow presume that humans have the secret of life almost within their grasp to technologize. it’s just a long joke. ending the day with a bang. back on Soumenlinna. Niko is kind enough to give me a ride from the ferry to the guest flat, a nice gesture, as the snow and wind is intense. exhausted some from the previous evening.
So, if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred as a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers. Will you teach your children what we have taught our children, that the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth. This we know. The earth does not belong to man. Man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. — from a speech by Chief Seattle