neu welt von tektonic transformation

   I always think about tectonic migration that mingles spatial tiers. I had joys of envisioing my
   insight that has been nutured my ego.  I like labyrinth like when I spent one night in crevasse
   at Mt. Everest in Winter 1987.  Sohn Jaeshik and I forced to pitch tent ajacent to opening of
   the deep gap. The night was sleepless nightmare that made us to struggle with tent poles and
   retract to my sleeping position.  The stormy wind at the icefall literally collided whole section     
   of icefalls.  It was catastrophic night.  The nightmare transformed into catalistic presence for
   a certain period.  The ordeal might be imbedded onto my metaphysic memory that turned into
   form of tectonic complex above.