Why did she treat him that way? Damaged by the men who were there to protect her as a baby but did just the opposite? An ego of entitlement that leads to the perspective of always being disappointed? Or perhaps the untrained path of the mind. Thoughts thrashed around like specs of dust in a sand storm.
    Pull out far enough and sure there is a mathematical formula to see how each grain travels but it does no difference when it’s flying into your face and you stand in the center of it.