Civilization is but a thin veneer over the titanic power of nature. Though mundane life may furnish us with ideas of our mastery over nature, these are quickly scattered to the winds with a mere passing storm. In our offices and before our computers we may esteem ourselves kings, but when the sky darkens and the ground trembles, when the wind lashes the windows and howls like a thousand furies, we scurry away like frightened monkeys. But the wind stirs more instincts in us than just primal fear. We are humbled when the very sky itself tears through our feeble fantasies of power; yet when mountains rend themselves asunder, every man stands taller. Brought before the elemental power of nature, something of the elemental also awakens in man.
[TALE] After The Storm
[TALE] After The Storm
[TALE] After The Storm
Civilization is but a thin veneer over the titanic power of nature. Though mundane life may furnish us with ideas of our mastery over nature, these are quickly scattered to the winds with a mere passing storm. In our offices and before our computers we may esteem ourselves kings, but when the sky darkens and the ground trembles, when the wind lashes the windows and howls like a thousand furies, we scurry away like frightened monkeys. But the wind stirs more instincts in us than just primal fear. We are humbled when the very sky itself tears through our feeble fantasies of power; yet when mountains rend themselves asunder, every man stands taller. Brought before the elemental power of nature, something of the elemental also awakens in man.