An Unknown Universe
The unknown universe.
To an archaeologist it means we don’t know what’s out there on the site. We don’t know what we’ll find. We all have our stories about this. There are sites that everyone was sure would yield nothing but dead grass and a few old beer bottles where we found an amazing array of artifacts and signs of past habitation. There are sites we couldn’t wait to survey where there was absolutely nothing, archaeologically speaking. Empty.
To me, it’s exciting and sometimes breathtaking - the unexpected discovery part. Like life. Life is beautiful, weird and puzzling. Amazing, devastating, sorrowful, astonishing, delightful, exquisite. The wheel turns. Sometimes you’re on the top, exultant. And sometimes you’re not. Sometimes the damn thing is dragging you through the muck, it seems endlessly.
So I try to settle into a sense of balance. Or at least a sense of this too shall pass. And I try to stay open. To the unknown universe.
To an archaeologist it means we don’t know what’s out there on the site. We don’t know what we’ll find. We all have our stories about this. There are sites that everyone was sure would yield nothing but dead grass and a few old beer bottles where we found an amazing array of artifacts and signs of past habitation. There are sites we couldn’t wait to survey where there was absolutely nothing, archaeologically speaking. Empty.
To me, it’s exciting and sometimes breathtaking - the unexpected discovery part. Like life. Life is beautiful, weird and puzzling. Amazing, devastating, sorrowful, astonishing, delightful, exquisite. The wheel turns. Sometimes you’re on the top, exultant. And sometimes you’re not. Sometimes the damn thing is dragging you through the muck, it seems endlessly.
So I try to settle into a sense of balance. Or at least a sense of this too shall pass. And I try to stay open. To the unknown universe.