You know, once something freezes, it's solid. That's the key to the arctic - they didn't fear the cold, they made use of it.

You know, once something freezes, it's solid. That's the key to the arctic - they didn't fear the cold, they made use of it.

What could be more lonely than to be enveloped in silence, to be the last of your people to speak your native tongue, to have no way to pass on the wisdom of the elders, to anticipate the promise of the children. This tragic fate is indeed the plight of someone somewhere roughly every two weeks.