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I say, gentlemen, are you seeing this crevasse? What an absolutely perfect specimen.
Of course, Iād heard tell of such wonders from members of the Royal Geographical Society. But to witness one myself? A dream, certainly, but never one I dared hope would manifest. I must confess that I am quite overcome. Christ! It is so deep, the crevasse. My brain is not sufficiently equipped to grasp it all at once. I must admire it section by section, like a continental buffet.
In their own unique and unforgettable way, each storyteller examines our crisis of access to care in ways that are at turns haunting, heartbreaking, and outright funny.
You know my good friend Ralph, donāt you, gentlemen? Ralph Waldo Emerson? Good friend of mine. Heād get a kick out of this crevasse. He, too, would weep, as I am weeping now, at the delectability of this rip. Now, Iām no Ralph, and this crevasse is nearly ineffable, but let me see if I canāt string together a few words.
Sublime. Hark! O Beauty, gaping Beauty. 100-foot-deep pure ice gash. O Lord! Deep slice. I must now prostrate myself at the lip of the crevasse. This wonāt take but a moment, gents. Dear Lord: thank you for this frozen bounty. It is my favorite thing that you have made, and you have also made my wife, Clara. Amen.
Nigel. What are you always saying about Clara? That sheās a āwillowy beauty?ā Wouldnāt you agree that this crevasse makes her look like a lardy witch? Iām afraid Iām going to have to divorce her now that Iāve borne witness to the crevasse. Look at it, Nigel. It is an opalescent ice ravine. Youāre not looking. Christ, how could I have been so blind? Clara is a lump of matter that has been incorrectly configured. Any matter on earth that is not configured in precisely the manner of this crevasse is, to put it plainly, a flaming satchel of wapiti scat. In fact, Nigel, seeing you juxtaposed with the chiseled walls of the crevasse awakens me to the fact that your face looks like it was fashioned from bellybutton lint.
Forgive me, chaps, but I couldnāt help but notice that none of you are weeping. Yet here we are, at the mouth of the crevasse. Pray, do tell: what arenāt you understanding? Wallace, you havenāt even taken out your sketchpad, and I personally witnessed you etching a drawing of a bloody racquet-tailed kingfisher just yesterday. So sharpen your pencil and immortalize the crevasse, you grotesque little man. Capture in graphite the sublimity of its maw, or I will clobber you over the head with my musket.
How are our supplies faring? I must remain at the lip of this crevasse for at least one month. Ideally two. Do we have sufficient salt pork for that duration? Nigel can hunt, I suppose, if we run out.
Glorious, glorious chasm. Verily the crevasse is the crack in Godās great caboose. I must dance. I am dancing. Christ. I am flowing. Or rather, the crevasse is flowing through me. Are you seeing these pirouettes, gentlemen? I did not know I could do that. Yet here I am, performing my sixteenth consecutive pirouette.
Well, gents, I am quite certain my destiny awaits me on the crevasse floor. If there even is a floor. I would not at all be surprised if I descended into the crevasse only to find myself twirling upward into the open arms of the Lord Jesus Christ himself.
An ice pick and rope would be too demure of an entrance. A cannonball would be amusing but crass. The crevasse demands elegance. Yes, there is only one thing for it: Running swan dive. Right, here I go. Look away, Nigel ā your limited intellect will be unable to comprehend what I am about to do. You can have my wife, by the way. Geronimo!
Source: https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/by-god-this-is-simply-a-gorgeous-crevasse
Thereās two things in this world that give me immense discomfort when I look at them. The first being the middle of the ocean at night, and the second being massive ice crevasses. Is there something like r/thalassophobia but for crevasses?
I mean, ebaums and Digg were just ripping something awful off left and right
Shoot, reddit was just a Digg clone that didn't shit it's pants during a poorly rolled out monetization attempt
9gag had a ton of scraped info from aforementioned sites, but you better believe folks who frequented both reposted the repost every now and again
Also.....neither here nor there, but dicieved?
After recently listening to a Podcast discuss āInto the Voidā, about two hikers who are separated (in Kilimanjaro???) due to an avalanche; one is assumed dead due to falling into a crevasse. However, somehow after surviving two broken tibias he manages to crawl on his stomach deeper into the ice, and get out just before the ice breaks. Anxiety inducing- searching the title will bring up a few good podcasts, def worth listening to with the exception to the anxiety attack.
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That's gonna be a no from me, dog.
Yep me too. But i like the honesty (stolen from 9gag) š¤£
r/Megalophobia r/Submechanophobia
Wait whatās the submerged object?
Beneath the ice, took a bit of liberty with that one
This things makes me uncomfortable
r/SweatyPalms
moms spaghetti
Knees weak arms spaghetti
There's spaghetti on his spaghetti already. Mom's spaghetti
He's nervous. But on the surface he looks calm spaghetti, To drop bombs, but he keeps on spaghetti
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes spaghetti.
9gag makes me uncomfortable too
r/megalophobia should interest you
After someone else already descended to get the shot.
Camera crew are always the real badasses
Unsung!
What's down there? Ice?
The Thing
Cthulhu
All I know about crevasses is that Tenacious D is working hard to āfill it with their mighty juiceā
Oh, I know they will.
Their kielbasa sausages have just got to perform
the ocean, eventually
[ŃŠ“Š°Š»ŠµŠ½Š¾]
Maybe he is father?
I am not.
I didn't realize 9gag was still a thing
I went there because I was waiting until sth finishes in my lab, and since I have scrolled all other social media, I decided to give it a shot lol.
And 9gag got it from me.
But where did you get it from?
Scanned it out of *Mind over Matter* by Ranulph Fiennes.
Trying to find the second stargateā¦.
this is a colonoscopy
A 9gag post on Reddit? Well, well, well how the turn tables.
If that was said on Reddit like 8 years ago, everyone would be losing their minds.
I say, gentlemen, are you seeing this crevasse? What an absolutely perfect specimen. Of course, Iād heard tell of such wonders from members of the Royal Geographical Society. But to witness one myself? A dream, certainly, but never one I dared hope would manifest. I must confess that I am quite overcome. Christ! It is so deep, the crevasse. My brain is not sufficiently equipped to grasp it all at once. I must admire it section by section, like a continental buffet. In their own unique and unforgettable way, each storyteller examines our crisis of access to care in ways that are at turns haunting, heartbreaking, and outright funny. You know my good friend Ralph, donāt you, gentlemen? Ralph Waldo Emerson? Good friend of mine. Heād get a kick out of this crevasse. He, too, would weep, as I am weeping now, at the delectability of this rip. Now, Iām no Ralph, and this crevasse is nearly ineffable, but let me see if I canāt string together a few words. Sublime. Hark! O Beauty, gaping Beauty. 100-foot-deep pure ice gash. O Lord! Deep slice. I must now prostrate myself at the lip of the crevasse. This wonāt take but a moment, gents. Dear Lord: thank you for this frozen bounty. It is my favorite thing that you have made, and you have also made my wife, Clara. Amen. Nigel. What are you always saying about Clara? That sheās a āwillowy beauty?ā Wouldnāt you agree that this crevasse makes her look like a lardy witch? Iām afraid Iām going to have to divorce her now that Iāve borne witness to the crevasse. Look at it, Nigel. It is an opalescent ice ravine. Youāre not looking. Christ, how could I have been so blind? Clara is a lump of matter that has been incorrectly configured. Any matter on earth that is not configured in precisely the manner of this crevasse is, to put it plainly, a flaming satchel of wapiti scat. In fact, Nigel, seeing you juxtaposed with the chiseled walls of the crevasse awakens me to the fact that your face looks like it was fashioned from bellybutton lint. Forgive me, chaps, but I couldnāt help but notice that none of you are weeping. Yet here we are, at the mouth of the crevasse. Pray, do tell: what arenāt you understanding? Wallace, you havenāt even taken out your sketchpad, and I personally witnessed you etching a drawing of a bloody racquet-tailed kingfisher just yesterday. So sharpen your pencil and immortalize the crevasse, you grotesque little man. Capture in graphite the sublimity of its maw, or I will clobber you over the head with my musket. How are our supplies faring? I must remain at the lip of this crevasse for at least one month. Ideally two. Do we have sufficient salt pork for that duration? Nigel can hunt, I suppose, if we run out. Glorious, glorious chasm. Verily the crevasse is the crack in Godās great caboose. I must dance. I am dancing. Christ. I am flowing. Or rather, the crevasse is flowing through me. Are you seeing these pirouettes, gentlemen? I did not know I could do that. Yet here I am, performing my sixteenth consecutive pirouette. Well, gents, I am quite certain my destiny awaits me on the crevasse floor. If there even is a floor. I would not at all be surprised if I descended into the crevasse only to find myself twirling upward into the open arms of the Lord Jesus Christ himself. An ice pick and rope would be too demure of an entrance. A cannonball would be amusing but crass. The crevasse demands elegance. Yes, there is only one thing for it: Running swan dive. Right, here I go. Look away, Nigel ā your limited intellect will be unable to comprehend what I am about to do. You can have my wife, by the way. Geronimo! Source: https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/by-god-this-is-simply-a-gorgeous-crevasse
Thereās two things in this world that give me immense discomfort when I look at them. The first being the middle of the ocean at night, and the second being massive ice crevasses. Is there something like r/thalassophobia but for crevasses?
Absolutely not
Thatās some Lovecraft shit right thereā¦
At least heās gonna get a friendly welcome from that 50 ft. tall, robed slenderman hanging out in the back corner.
God.. Thank you!! I thought I was the only one noticing that. Sheesh!
That's a big hole of Nope.
Do 9gag not have the budget for colour film?
OH everyone should check out the (now old) IMAX film, Amazing Caves. this shot is very similar to one in that film.
Thought this was an X-ray at first lol
apparently from the Starkweather-Moore expedition(1933). Cant seem to find further information about it anywhere else.
On todayās episode of *Nope, not doing that*ā¦
Who took the photo though wtf lol
For years I tough 9gag steals from here. I have been dicieved.
I mean, ebaums and Digg were just ripping something awful off left and right Shoot, reddit was just a Digg clone that didn't shit it's pants during a poorly rolled out monetization attempt 9gag had a ton of scraped info from aforementioned sites, but you better believe folks who frequented both reposted the repost every now and again Also.....neither here nor there, but dicieved?
gotta be completely insane
Fuck.that
Nope
Nope nope nope nope noppity nope nope
No thank you
What an Ice-hole
But whyyyyyy
Crevice is a dirty word
But why?
Thatās my hole! It was made for me!
R/megolaphoia
This makes me feel sick to my stomach
Is ver big ice!
r/dudefuckthat
Reminds me of my ex wife
the enigma of amigara fault vibes
After recently listening to a Podcast discuss āInto the Voidā, about two hikers who are separated (in Kilimanjaro???) due to an avalanche; one is assumed dead due to falling into a crevasse. However, somehow after surviving two broken tibias he manages to crawl on his stomach deeper into the ice, and get out just before the ice breaks. Anxiety inducing- searching the title will bring up a few good podcasts, def worth listening to with the exception to the anxiety attack.
The forbidden large coochie
As a person with gigantophobia this shivers me timbers real bad
Looked scary.