Storms of Change

Storms of change.  With all the talk about change being everywhere and being the only constant, you would think that we would be more tolerant, even to the point of accepting, of the change involved in changing into a vicious or an insane version of ourselves.  But we are not.  We wish, above all things, that this constant storm of change does not blow too hard, that it leaves things intact, at least as far as their behavior is concerned.  As far as the hearts ravaged by the storms of change are concerned, we hope, with all our singing praise of the alterations of things, we hope that they do not become too roughened, too coarse and malicious because of their time outside–or inside, because nowhere is safe.