Wind Rocks and metaphors

Recently I wrote a post titled no man owns the wind. I will add no man understands or should attempt to understand the wind. Some have said if my traveling companion is the wind what are you ?

There are some that think that I am a tree . However trees provide shade and they bend with the wind unless it is a hurricane. In a hurricane trees snap or fall.

I am a rock as I am dense and clueless. The Northwind blew cold and was gone. The wind comes from another direction and the Northwind raged. The Northwind likes to drift but ex[ects the rock to remain steady.

Wind is fickle and unpredictable and while I appreciate the breeze I never count on it. I am a rock unyielding dense and clueless but content with my lot.

There are better sorts and I need to move this boulder to the forrest. A rock in a windtunnel is not advantageous. Even rocks get worn down but I got swept away by the novelty. I can only be what I am and I am not and will never be more then a rock.

On a related note, now that I found decent books I will resume being a man of books.
I did enjoy my forays into the environment but with few exceptions the locals are fairly depressing. I do not understand the chip on the shoulder a few have towards intellectuals. It isn't hard to crack a book or two but this is not NYC and I understand that . People do not read Robert Spencer or Bat Yeor. The focus is on local gossip and real issues like paying bills and kids. I haven't the patience or inclination about local gossip but the other part is interesting.

Vermont is a different reality but I do not belong here. I belong in a stack of books and exchanging ideas with like minded folk.
sharpenin