I caught up with a tornado and we went for a walk.
I asked the tornado, "Do you like your job?"
The tornado said, "Yes, it suits me."
I said, "Do you mind the mayhem you create?"
The tornado said, "You can't take a step in this world without causing harm."
I said, "But what if you took gentler steps. Like if you were a strong wind rather than a land-mulching cuisinart?"
The tornado said, "Impossible. We live in a world of constant creation and destruction. The dissolution of one thing creates the birth of the next."
I thought about all the things I've broken, worn out, ate and burnt in my life. I reached over and held the tornado's hand.
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Wow. I just discovered this blog by way of Lifeguard of Love. You, sir, are pretty intriguing. This blog reminds me of a few short stories I wrote in high school, but you have perfected this rare weird-storytelling into an art. Each post is a gem. You are like a jeweler.
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