Caves are the closest we can get to fantasy on earth.
It sounds crazy but I feel like caves take on the shape of my thoughts.
If my thoughts had a physical form, they
would look like stalactites and stalagmites and bubbly cavernous walls. They
have deep impressions and jagged edges.
There are tight spaces and wide open
spaces. Light and air. Total darkness and silence. They are frightening. They
are beautiful. So when I am inside a cave, I feel like I’ve gone inside my
mind. Like I am seeing a physical manifestation of whatever I am thinking.
Coming to Borneo was just what I needed
to recharge my batteries. In the caves there is a constant sound of dripping
water. In the jungle, a high pitched cry from bull frogs interrupts the sad
melody of the leaf insects which floats to the ear as the sound of a horn
carried by wind does. There are no cars here, no smog, no noisy engines. Only
burly grey skies and rain. The rain clouds are so black here that look like
billows of tar smoke. The climate is mild. The rain is light. The jungle is
immense Flying over Borneo it was all we could see. Endless wilderness.
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