If the sky was audible this evening it would have roared. It looked angry and fierce, alive like it could reach out and grab you, and at a certain level it does, like so many of natures wonders it grabs your imagination and draws you to it like a moth to a flame. You think I'm being a bit dramatic? You just have to look at how people flock to an erupting volcano, or a storm battered coastline, or stand out in a wild lightning storm, or any other number of dangerous shows of natures power to see our moth like quality. That said, we can also be dung flies, just look at the shit (ideologies, people, movements) we coalesce around. I think though, as dangerous as it may be, I'd rather be a moth.
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