What is this world? A mere curl of smoke for the wind to scatter.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The wind from the Kingdom of Heaven has blown all over the world, and shall blow for centuries yet.
'Air' is what the world looks like: An inconvenient mashup of human politics and divine geography. We leave bits and pieces of ourselves and our history in every place we encounter.
Our lives feel like these epochs, but really, we are dust in the wind.
Wind is God's way of balancing heat. Wind is the way you shift heat from areas where it's hotter to areas where it's cooler. That's what wind is.
There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
There's no smoke and mirrors here.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
Who am I to blow against the wind?
I see the world as a magical place. Therefore, it was only natural that magic wafted from my fiction like smoke.