I see a stormIt sways and undulates before me.It has a temper that knows no bounds.It has no conscience.But it has a soul.It lives on in action.It thrives only on the destruction it reaps.It is neither good nor evil.For it is both.It will not tire, it knows no fatigue.It will not give quarter, because it has no empathy.The storm will cease when its done.And it will rage on with or without witness.For it is a storm, and it knows no other way.----Jonathan Capra Davidson
1897-1971
The Sea Bed Bellows.