[THAILAND] o12.Does Nature Imitate Art?

Legend has it: a boat carrying Ta Kreng (Grandpa Kreng) and Yai Riem (Grandma Riem) capsized at Ko Samui, killing the old couple who, for their son’s sake, were sailing to Prachuap Khiri Khan to ask for the hand of their in-law’s daughter. The locals believed then that their organs turned into the rock formations which are now widely known as the Grandpa and Grandma rocks (Hin Ta and Hin Yai Rocks). No prize for guessing which body parts they came from!!

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Ake drove us all to this south coast; the rocks are located between Hua Thanon and Lamai Beach, roughly 17 kilometres from the airport. How did these rocks come about?

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It’s a puzzlement as to how these rocks came about, in such close proximity, if we choose not to believe in the folklores of the local community. Nature’s imitation of Art (artistic ribaldry) continues to amuse and baffle us beings. Seriously, mortal art will never match up to the art of nature.

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Grandma rock was partially submerged due to the high tides and the area was cordoned off because a tourist had slipped and fallen to his/her death a couple of weeks ago. This is what the Hin Yai Rock looks like!
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I know right.

xoxo,
Viktoria Jean

even though they are dead

“People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath.
Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases.
This is both dreadful and natural.
Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation.
For in the books they write they continue to exist.
We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods.
Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy.
They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you.
All this, even though they are dead.
Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice,
that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved.
It is a kind of magic.”
― Diane SetterfieldThe Thirteenth Tale

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