to explain it simply: it converts energy.
it’s the structure of a home, a family, a business, a person and a society.
at one point they were an obsession, they being not just the windmill.
if you stop and listen to the wind, the desire to change is palpable.
if you’ve ever watched a fighter pilot smoke his enemy, then you recognize the gleam in his eyes as the target disintegrates into thin air.
it’s unmistakable. it’s duty flailed by wingspans of hope.
a windmill has windscreens, but none so precious as that which protects the heart, and at 35,000 feet all fire ceases to represent combat.
for a moment in time we are the wind and the degree to which we crush the airspeed of indifference is the degree to which our throttle becomes a beacon of change.