Embittered frustration, accumulated over time, exploded. A birth of sorts! Mushroom clouds of rage lashed out skywards at the speed of sound. The blast waves sped across the plains leveling everything in its path, swallowing up unsuspecting victims and tearing them from limb to limb. The white blinding fury forming the core of the blast stripped everything… even the atoms constituting the air we breathe, off of its sanity and purpose… killing the very essence that fed and nurtured it… hara-kiri… Madness! Eventually, robbed of its purpose and reason the flames die a slow painful death… a glorious birth but an inglorious fall from its cradle to its grave! Attempts to revive it are met with silence… an emptiness that is as hollow as the reason for its existence!
Thus awakened by wisdoms ever-elusive touch… I move on!
