The thesis is still the wind brings to mind the four winds — the four direction — and how everything is connected by the winds. The winds of language can carry you in many directions. Sometimes in directions you want and sometimes you don’t. Wind then can either be a metaphor or something exact. Wind has no shape, race, or face. That’s really the beauty of wind. No beginning or end. Creator’s breath not bound or imprisoned by chains or walls. Wind is still … full of many stories and no opinions. Wind really just is. | GS