the world spins around me. its winds blow and its rains fall, its thunder blusters and it points its electrified fingertips in all directions - it fights itself, it wonders who to blame and where to go next.
but I am the I of the storm, the calm truth, the ground wire, I am the god you all seek.
the storm rises and falls, it moves away and it closes in, it weakens and it gains strenghth again. no matter to me. I am immovable. I stand steady. when I look, I can see it - but it breaks my heart and I look away. When I listen, I can hear it - but it is only noise, so I turn my music up again. When I stretch out my hand I can feel it - but it is cold, so I pull my hand back in and put it back in my pocket.
I am my own safe harbor.
