He saw himself as being led too often by the wind on the sail.  He would know there was a rudder, and that he need only reach for it, but, ahh, the wind…. True, he knew there were some for whom the wind was an obstacle to fight through, and they would be the ones to reach their glorious destinations.  For others, the wind brought to one, and took one to, new things there are to know.  Still others saw it a nuisance to keep sheltered from.  He thought himself to be among those for whom the wind was nature talking.  Was sound not the basis for all spoken languages?  Being with it, following its breath, however helplessly, was for him a way to be.