Sighted off the bow, a volcano spews ash and smoke into the atmosphere. A town sits on the slopes below, they are harvesting crops and going about daily life in the shadow of possible destruction. The steep shoreline is teetering on the brink of collapse, black boulders perched like high-divers over the sea, preparing for their plunge. Nothing is sure here, everything hangs in the balance of forces bigger than your small sailboat cutting shoreward through the deep blue sea. Still, you hold a steady helm on your approach. Life is sweeter in perspective.