(October 15, 2013 at 8:16 am)bladevalant546 Wrote: When I see a thunderstorm I marvel at its chaotic beauty. The awesome contradiction of perfect order to create perfect chaos. How the air masses when mixed just right can form a beautiful ballet of light across the sky. The clouds with in a storm aggressively move in all directions to as it submits to the dominate wind as it claims control over dominion of the sky. The thunder announces itself to the humans below reminding them how little control over its domain we really have. For once, while facing the wrath of a storm, we face something that is truly a god, something that can decide if you live or if you die. (It might sound cheese, but as a agnostic I can marvel and know good and well the beauty as demostrated above.)
You seem to be a strange person, I'm marking you down as such in my notes.
