Further ruminations on a winter arse kicking

Really, I should devote a whole post, probably a whole blog, on the masterful filmmaker, renaissance adventurer and Nietzsche loving superman that is Werner Herzog.  But here's a couple of clips, that sum it up for me right now.  He is by turns sublimely serious, ridiculously funny, just plain sublime, and has great taste in music.  He knows about myths and legends and he knows about people and places.  He's a prophet with a lens, a seer, a sandal wearing miserablist with a heart on his sleeve (sometimes somebody else's), and a fearless investigator of the human condition.  What a guy.



 
You gotta love him, he's really feeling it.  And then there's an excerpt that dovetails for me, from Robert Macfarlane's Mountains of the Mind, that found me out when we got back from our breezy encounter in the Beacons recently.

''Going to the mountains - into what one 19th century poet called 'that weird white realm' - is like pushing through the fur coasts of Narnia.  In the mountainous world things behave in odd and unexpected ways.  Time too, bends and alters.  In the face of the geological time scales on display, your mind releases its normal grip on time.  Your interest and awareness of the world beyond the mountains falls away and is replaced with a much more immediate hierarchy of needs: warmth, food, direction, shelter, survival.  And if something goes wrong in the mountains, then time shivers and reconfigures itself about that moment, that incident.  Everything leads up to it, or spirals out of it.  Temporarily you have a new centre of existence.''

I love the last line.  Getting caught out is, I would be willing to bet 99 times out of 100, a compound fracture, a collection of many smaller mistakes that add up to a critical mass.  Then again, I will be wrong about that, at least once in 100.

But the final word should go to this man, in a clip from the incredible Encounters at the End of the World (all of which you can watch on you tube at the moment).  Go on Stefan, tell it like it is: