At the top of the hill at Thingvellir, up on the top of the crest of the continental plate sits a sundial.
I’m not sure why. I just thought it was interesting. Why on earth would you put a sundial at a location like this? Why would you have a sundial in Iceland at all? You have months of full daylight and months of full darkness.
I didn’t take the time to figure out how the sundial worked, but I was more amazed by the fact that it was there.
Maybe this is a good analogy for life – why do we do some of the things we do? Why do we do things that make no sense? Sometimes the only answer is – because we can.