Of all the airy substances, the wind is the one that provides the most restless dynamic air images, the most unstable, the world of storms. The wind creates very clear and accumulating psychological imagery.
It looks as the tremendous emptiness, awakens suddenly to act, changes into a particularly clear image of cosmic rage. The angry wind is a symbol of pure anger, anger without target or cause.
Sounds of the winds of rage create airy monsters. It's possible to the hear them scream. In the reverie of the storm, it is not the eye that creates the images, but rather the frightened ear. It is not the scream that arrives from a beast's throat, but rather the scream of the storm. The power that created it is the cry of anger.
By means of the restless air we are able to understand a basic anger, which is absolutely movement and nothing except of movement. From personal experience of storms we learn how furious and useless the desire is. The exaggerating wind is anger situated everywhere and nowhere, born and reborn from within itself, distorted and revolves.
By following the great dreamers of universe doctrines in the creations of their imagination, we find that they often give to anger a courage validation. The anger attacks the work that has to be done.
As if by way of provocation, the world is created by means of anger. Anger puts the foundation to the dynamic entity. Anger is the action by which the entity begins.
The first thing created by this creative anger is the storm. The swirling air of storm creates the stars. The cry creates images, speech, and thought.
The more any action is considered, and as much as it promises to be canny, it still must first cross a little threshold of anger. Anger is the acid that without it any impression is not engraved in our mind. Anger creates active impression.
For many dreamers, the four compass directions are first and foremost the counties that belong to the four great winds. In many aspects, these four great winds are the four elements. They produce the double dialectic of heat and cold, dryness and humidity.
This renewed soul of the world has a profound self. The gust of wind is wild and pure. It dies and reborn again. In the wind breathes a virginal soul that was not corrupted by any earthy thing. Life is so great that even the winter has a future.
Exercises of breath receive moral significance in alternative religions. They are real ceremonies that place mankind in contact with the universe. Wind for the world and breath for mankind demonstrate the expansion of infinite things.
When the fire desists, it desists in the wind. When the sun set, it set is in the wind. When the moon disappears, it disappears in the wind. So the wind consumes everything.
From Gaston Bachelard's book 'Air and Dreams'
