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.