Lightening strikes! Crack! And it is easy to believe that the gods are still up there, bowling for our souls. Tornadoes touch down, mercilessly chewing a path through schools and roads and 7-11s. Convenience stores, picket fences,TVs, garages with garage door openers, gray, padded cubicles and invincible indoor plants are all part of humanity’s elaborate but futile effort to deny the fact that we spin around wildly on a planet in the middle of space, and that electricity sparks in the sky above our heads and terrible twisting winds can swoop down and tear our worlds apart. We are mortal! We have an unbelievably tenuous existence!