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Ice falls through gusts of wind: thoughts of Antarctica. |
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The wind clutches your breath away. Snow streams into your mouth. |
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You feel the word lives for the first time, estranged as soon as it is spoken. |
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Bitumen beneath fast cars ... |
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conceals Gondwanan fossils. |
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Earth history is archived in Antarctic ice. |
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Oceans warm. |
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Sea levels are rising. |
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Coccolithophorids die. Their skeletons sink. Layer upon layer they sequester carbon dioxide. There is more CO2 in the air than they can deal with. |
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The concentration of carbon dioxide is now higher than at any other time in the last 850,000 years. |
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The lives of krill, and many other creatures, are endangered. |
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Melting glaciers pour into the burdened sea. |
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The hazard of the acids ... |
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threaten Sea butterflies. |
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Sounds like bird calls come from the ice. |
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Antarctica registers changes global warming. |
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I imagine myself a creature of the sea. |
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Always: landscape electric with human desire and oceanic need to survive. |
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Ancient bubbles of air trapped in ice cores are measured for chemical changes. |
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Len Lye had this concept of the Old Brain: |
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... trapped in the core of our minds are ancient remnants of knowledge. |
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Lines of motion reflect the rhythms of the Milankovitch cycles: eccentric orbit of Earth around sun;
oblique tilt of Earth on its axis; precessional wobble around it. |
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Spiralling lines trace a rhythmic dance. |
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What happens when our central core is thrown out of kilter? |
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A long whine comes from the ice. |
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What if Antarctica was in your mind? |
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It's all, |
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... it's all just so simple. |
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It's nothing and everything. |