“Flung is too harsh a word for the rush of the world. Blown is more like it, but blown by a generous, unending breath.”
Windstorms are equal opportunity events. No one is spared. The power goes out in large houses and small; everyone stubs their toes in the dark looking for a flashlight. Plenty of things are “flung” in a storm including us.
There is a sense of being pelted by the gales of life in its head long rush to our conclusion. We want to stop for a moment, face it down, resist the momentum of it always forcing us relentlessly forward. We can feel flung into the future, ready or not.
So it helps to think of the progression of our lives less harshly, like an exhaled breath pushing us along even when we have no energy left to keep going. Such inspiration becomes unstoppable, unknowable, unending and infinitely generous: the power never will run out.