Maelstrom

     The title of this blog is incoherent. "Wyyes: microcosm" is intentionally enigmatic because it means exactly what the author desires without cluing in a casual observer. The meaning of this article is similarly convoluted, but as much of life is, the presence of confusion does not imply a lack of function or purpose; because a topic is difficult to convey does not mean that the topic is useless. The first time a chef makes a dish, the end result is not always the desired product, but patience, a working understanding of food chemistry, and the determination to persevere combine, sift, and combine to formulate later successes.

     What is a "malestrom" other than a word used to convey fear of the uncontrollable forces of nature? A chaotic current twists and pulls with an unpredictable flow that dictates the direction of watery paths.
     The thoughts of man meander along similar lines through the settings of time. Tangible yet difficult to see, thoughts seem to follow no direction, but once pulled in, there is no escape. History, society, politics, science, and the interrelationships that tie seemingly unconnected things into a powerful, conglomerated entity that forces humanity to either strive for avoidance (nuclear war) or to strive toward (ending global hunger).

     This concept is not new. The secondary definition of "maelstrom" is "a scene or state of confused and violent movement or upheaval." The turbulence of life displaces, disorients, and disenfranchises most efforts to subdue the natural forces around us. While it is nearly impossible to harness nature, by studying its patterns, rhythms, and motions, large scale implementation of improvement attempts is more readily uncovered. 

     Man is unpredictable yet powerfully motivated. Nature is the perfect depiction of inconceivable strength. Both can be ignored and avoided, but once you begin the advance, there is no retreat - from hurricanes to the minds of men, the forces churns with unbridled curiosity.

     The world is turning,

     Man is yearning,

     Time moves on - 

     And so will I.

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Agatha Tyche