The cyclone derives its powers from a calm center. So does a person.
I knew that nobody but a luckless man could ever need a doctor in the face of a cyclone.
When there is no longer a cyclone, there is no longer an eye. So the storms, crises and sufferings of life are a way of finding the eye.
A tempest ceases, a cyclone passes over, a wind dies down, a broken mast can be replaced, a leak can be stopped, a fire extinguished, but what will become of this enormous brute of bronze?
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