There is fog and rain and chaos, and the perspective floats in midair with the impression of nakedness. Everywhere is the maelstrom.
These are the same forces which when gentler, gave rise to you. On their edges, the moisture formed you and the wind stirred you into being. Closer to the center of the force, there is danger – a necessary price.
As such, you are an extension of the Storm. Knowingly or not, you are one of its many arms and eyes, one with the creator and the destroyer of life.
Anamnema 
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