Virginia Woolf
How to explain a small child looking up in a clear blue sky and seeing a plane suddenly a bright fireball in the sky, breaking up, hot metal pieces falling on cars, roofs and gardens, instantly killing five. Or, a father and son, tracking a mother bear and her cubs, finding them in a sheltered cave, and killing them every one. A clap of thunder and lightening strike hitting an ancient oak, setting it aflame and splitting the deeply ridged trunk. Against this, Miner's Lettuce in the East Bay hills following spring rains, seeking sunlit quarters and multiplying, resembling so many carried on the wind, then rooted, upturned green umbrellas.
