Having just experienced a tornado last week in Western Mass, needless to say it was interesting. I was out in the yard with the dogs and a woman came zooming down the street { the wrong way }, yelling that I should hit the basement. I must say I found it comical being that this is supposed to be Paul Revere’s job in this town.

I thought of not the finality of life, nor my past transgressions, But what I did think of was that nature has again awakened the dorment primal awareness of our collective mortality. How it takes an extreme to get us to appreciate the subtleties of life. The vanity of our pursuits and the folly of the superficial preoccupations of everday life.

We need a jump start from time to time. The scenery becomes too predictable.

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