I never took volcanoes seriously. It's because were never merely themselves but were always a conduit to something else: props in movies, hinges in stories, the sausage meat stuffed into a symbol's skin.
But they are also their very own extruding, fiery, caustic selves, and those selves are -no bones about it- miraculous. It's the earth's version of immaculate conception, rock calving itself. It merely (and flagrantly) is.
I saw a volcano. I am largely unchanged. The volcano is unequivocally unchanged. But nevertheless, something small has shifted. If only a slight stirring of my sense that I do not know everything, can never, do not want to.