Many years ago, in northern Baffin Island, I sat high on a cliff overlooking Uluksan Point where Adams Sound and Arctic Bay meet. Below were the remains of semi-subterranean houses of the ancient Thule, ancestors of the contemporary Inuit. On that warm and sun-drenched perch, the years between us were a mist as I watched a pod of narwhals slowly swim up the Sound. The narwhals were our connection. As were their house remains below, showing collapsed structural elements of whale bone, walls of stone and turf. Sitting there in closeness with cotton grass and in the presence of narwhals and ruins, we were bound together—the past to the present and the present to the future. In this solitude, all is relevant, all is equal—solidarity felt in the shared earth.