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.