Why this morningís unseasonable dusty whirlwind
Why, only yesterday, a lightning strike out of the blue targeted the
Why, just the other day, that beautiful orange-tailed
But I certainly must know why, scarcely a week ago,
I question the purpose of all this wanton pain and destruction,
What can we learn from this when we can seldom make it better?
The task is awesome, too great.
Where to begin?
And when is payback time?