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Vengeful, compassionate Natural beauty emphasized in energy of prerequisite silence. Close your eyes to the high winds and feel the power of what is. There are no words, no meaning. No answers given to your questioning. No supporters or protestors. No right or wrong, no control by anyone. The sanctity of all inked documents, religious or political, would be left outside bleeding next to the tree, or bush, or grass that's thanking the Universe for something to drink. There is no fighting. There are no crops that need tending for families that need feeding when momentarily we are all in awe. It is a moment to be still and realize Everything that we are is everything that already is. We have no power. We really don't know anything. I love storms.