Delirious Aeolus has loosed his fury flailing all in his howling wake Lofty trees, crowns swishing in the sky Swirl and bow their heads in obeisance to his roaring power. Leaves and twigs, limbs and trunks snap asunder... ritualistic oblations to the inexorable God of Winds.
Is the embryo of nature's vehemence embedded in humankind's womb? Or is the collective human psyche irrevocably ransomed to despotic ideologies? Infuriated, un-tethered, dragon-like With fuming, frenzied, fire-spitting humanity devouring its own kind?
