It's quite breezy outside today.

I only added that handy little counter on the sidebar four days ago; I’d never expected this many people to be reading along. I’m really honored, guys, seriously. This inspired me to talk about the butterfly effect today, admittingly a more theoretical take on daily life than what I’ve posted about so far.

I like to think I have a generally positive impact on the world in which I live; of course, that which we like to think of ourselves seldom has the tendency of being true.

It’s hard to comprehend what may be the ultimate results of our everyday actions. The slightest misunderstanding, the smallest lie, the tiniest good deed. Have I indirectly caused someone’s murder? Have I somehow helped save a stranger’s life? Am I single-handedly responsible for global warming?

(Egotistical act consequentialist, much?)

I am a part of a whole, an actor in a play, a cog of a friggin’ machine. I play no bigger role than any other human on this earth, but what is the result of my participation? What exactly am I providing assistance to every workday of the week, each school day of the month? Pieces of the puzzle never become aware of the picture they complete, but life and faith alike have suggested I take comfort in this ignorance, for the knowledge itself may very well be too much for any sane human to bear.

Life and faith alike have never been particularly kind.

I acknowledge that I am the wind whose origin was the movement of a butterfly’s wing.

Where the hell is my hurricane?