“Is weather the only thing a human can predict? If so, then what storm will not be predicted, because we had no stable structure, because our roots were missing? If our past is somehow erased, then we leave ourselves open to the driving winds, of tyranny or of simple defeat, to ourselves, to our individualism. We cannot love if we cannot forgive past errors. We cannot protect what we currently possess, if because of those roots being severed, we believe we are floating like a cloud, without standing structure. For what person stands, without roots?
We become merely the storm, itself, until each cloud is divided after we’ve destroyed each other.”– Modern Romanticism