Feeling like a man, bearded ear to chin, with a field of hairs blanketing his skin as does the turf of grass and soil covering the permafrost of the arctic tundra in front of him…he sees them.
Penguins. They dot the desert landscape, occupying only brief patches of land filled with life. They create small homes made of ice and organic compounds that house life itself.
It is undeniable the sense responsibility that takes place on the end of the parent, warming, feeding and cocooning he young penguin in warmth, creating a small hut within his legs, until the young penguin too is strong enough to enter the vast expanse of ice and chill that he was once sheltered from.
It is this experience and emergence into the next stage in life that takes place in modern day - a certain coming of age, where the young person becomes ready to face the evil in the world. It’s that constant fight for life and the daunting possibility of failure in adulthood that keeps us going.
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