Icebergs are like the stars. They exist remote, in their own places, lifeless, empty, conforming to things like gravity and heat and cold, over time-spans in relation to which a human life is hardly any time at all. They come into existence, change and cease to be, but have no purpose or meaning. However, when you’ve lived among them for a bit, it’s actually human beings who have no meaning. Icebergs are in accord with the universe. We aren’t. (Adams and Lockley, 1983; 87)
Voices from the Southern Ocean