I read a biography of Mark Twain once. "Why should I care about that?" you might be asking yourself. Well, it leads to a point I'm going to make below. Just keep reading. (Asshole.)
Mark Twain, it seems, was born during an appearance of Halley's Comet. The author made much of this because, as it turns out, Halley's Comet was also visiting when Mark Twain died. The author seemed to imply that some part of Mark Twain's soul, something inherent to Mark Twain, was brought to Earth by Halley's Comet and then taken back again when it returned. It's a neat, silly idea. Mark Twain, the comet man. I don't know.
The reason I mention this is because I want to draw a parallel. I have a similar relationship with storms. I feel more alive when storms are raging. I feel as though some portion of my soul lives in storms, howling all over the earth. It comes home to me and completes me while the storm is here, but it leaves with the storm and I am diminished once again, standing sheepishly in the mud, wet and insignificant as thunder rumbles faintly in the distance and then is gone.
The most obvious explanation for this is that I am Thor, the God of Thunder. I must have been banished here by Odin, my father, for some offense, my memory erased. One day, perhaps when this mortal body dies, my banishment will be over and I will find Mjöllnir, my hammer, and return to Bilskirnir, my home. There will be great rejoicing in Þrúðheimr and all of Asgard.
Feel free to come see me there. I won't forget you. I'll also visit you from time to time. Mostly in the Spring. You might want to keep an umbrella handy.
Hello, friends. How are you?
Later. Love.
