Under the volcano

There is something disturbingly metaphorical in the story of the tourists killed whilst visiting an active volcano in New Zealand. What bothers me is why did these people think it wise to enter its crater in the first place? They’re a bit like the human race generally and climate change. Let’s go for the ride, see what happens and get some selfies! Risk? Someone will rescue us and the cruise will continue! Listening to the news tonight, it sounded like the relatives of the deceased were annoyed with the emergency services for not going to the volcano to retrieve the bodies—despite warnings of further eruptions. That does not fit the definition of a rescue mission, so why should brave people put their lives in danger? I confess I have little sympathy for those who have complained. Just like the human race—we think the world revolves around us, when we actually revolve around it (so to speak, the precise detail is not important).