Feeling the velocity of air whip past me I sought to become like the wind, transparent but vast, everywhere and invisible, running my smooth fingers over every little creature and every solid tree, enabling the reproduction of plants, and the movement of great flyers, churning the waves of a moon-driven ocean, and passing along the perfume of fields of flowers. And, too, stretching the desperate tongues of hot licking fire, carrying the scent of vulnerable prey to their lurking destroyer, spreading the sands of scorching deserts over thirsty and tired dwellers. And I understood we can all claim responsibility for this worlds progress but must also admit to our culpability, intentional or otherwise, in its terrible failures.
