Young and blissfully ignorant, I gaze up into the sky.
"God is taking a picture of you. Smile!"
"Cheeeeeeese!"
Lightning strikes, illuminating the darkness, vanishing in an instant. If not for splitting the earth we would never know it occurred. Nature is as dangerous as it is beautiful. Though presently aware of its risks and repercussions, we continue to carelessly bask in its splendor. The field we stand in, however, has been burned. We move onto the next.
The storm is subsiding - or at least moving onward - and it is impossible to keep pace. A new device is needed; assembly required. We chase it with steel rod in hand, but to no avail. We acquire other man-made objects and a few good meters of string, something to tie it all together. Take wind, reach up, and pray for rain. Nothing. We rise up from the ground. The storm will come. It always does.
The chase continues.
You don't know what you've got till it's gone. The same idea applies when you reverse it. What you don't know won't hurt you. What we don't have can't either. For centuries we were chasing storm clouds, now we're running from them. Little did we know, it was safer where the field was burned. After all, lightning does not strike the same spot twice.
Old and wistfully enlightened, I gaze up into the sky.
"God is taking a picture of you. Smile!"
"No, that's just lightning."
- afm
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