Once there was, as never before, a hurricane of great might and strength. As never before, there once was a hurricane of many names: storm, cyclone, tempest, typhoon, and flood. Yet it has lived on in history as the Great Galveston Hurricane of 1900. Humanity has glorified and immortalized the hurricane. The Great Galveston Hurricane has been the subject of numerous articles, novels, plays, and poems, as well as four major nonfiction studies (Longshore). It is truly one of hurricane lore’s greatest of storms.
Such greatness had innocuous and humble beginnings. Like all hurricanes that have existed, is existing, and will exist, the hurricane originated within the waters of the world and from the winds of the world. The temperate waters of the eastern North Atlantic Ocean gave rise to the storm upon August 31, 1900. Its birthplace was roughly 400 miles west of Africa’s Cape Verde Islands (Longshore).
All that which lives must grow and flourish, and so too did the storm grow and flourish. The ocean itself nourished the fledgling storm, for all hurricanes derive their energy from the evaporation of water from the ocean surface. The wind itself powered the hurricane, for all parents seek to raise their children above themselves. With such sustenance, the cyclone swiftly deepened (Longshore).
Yet as all younglings do, the hurricane drifted away from its progenitors. Borne upon its own winds, the hurricane whirled westward at speeds between 12 and 15 miles per hour (Longshore). It was like a newborn foal discovering its legs for the first time and thus altogether too eager to move of its own volition. A sense of wanderlust for the world infused the entity’s essence.
Curiosity and inquisitiveness emanated from the developing tempest. Its emotions seemed almost humanlike. Yet the hurricane was not at all human, but rather sentient. There was a distinct difference between sentience and humanity. It could never bridge the divide between the two states of existence because it was simply not in its nature.
The hurricane was most certainly able to perceive the world and feel emotions, but there was a manifestly inhuman element to its mind. It had trouble articulating its own thoughts, for language was an entirely human concept. Emotions sufficed for its form of communication. Are not emotions universal? Emotions were the most primal aspect of all that which has lived, is living, and will live. Nevertheless, the hurricane possessed no empathy. It did not understand the concepts of regret or guilt, let alone grief. After all, it was a force of nature.
Nature has never bowed down to the whims of morality. The concepts of right and wrong were ultimately social constructs that were entirely too elusive for inhuman entities to grasp, especially for forces of nature. Nature has always been immutable and stolid—ineffable.
Since the dawn of all that ever was is, ever is, and ever will be, nature has purely acted. Nature has...