A short story on the nature of existence.

Once upon a time there was a little puff of air. It floated about, it drifted to and fro. The puff never concerned itself about the surrounding air, it didn't even notice there was air around it. And it certainly never pondered that it was, in fact, just air. Sometimes it would get bigger, almost a breeze, then it would get smaller and almost come to a stop. Then one time time, just for a moment, it came to a complete stop. It almost diappeared as it became just air, just for a moment. That moment was enough to scare the little puff from ever stopping again. In fact it decided to get as big as it could because it did not want to disappear again. So it got bigger and became a breeze. Then it became a gust of wind, and this felt really good. By being this big and strong, it was sure it would never have to fear disappearing again. The stonger the puff blew, the better it felt about itself. Then the puff decided to do a little twist. It spun itself around into a little storm. It was strong enough now to pick up some dirt and debris. This material filled the entire column of spinning air, giving it a solid appearence. Round and round it went till the little puff had grown into a fully fledged tornado. The new tornado grew bigger and darker as it picked up more debris. It seemed be much more of real thing now than it was as just a little puff. In fact, it came to believe that it was the junk that was spinning, and completely forgot about being a puff of air. Bigger, faster and stronger became its mantra. It grew to an incredible size and knocked down entire cities and killed many people. It lasted a very long time, but nothing lasts forever, and eventually the tornado ran out steam. As it began to slow and quiet, the debris began settling. The big heavy objects at first, but then the finer stuff began dropping out until it was just a breeze of clear air. This was quite shocking to the little puff - had it really believed all that garbage was part of itself? The junk was gone, but the puff was still here. And then, for the first time, it noticed the air around itself. "If I am not the trash and garbage, then am I also not the wind or the puff?" it thought. So it decided to do what frightened it the most. To do what it had expended a great amount energy to avoid. It decided to just stop and be air. The puff slowly faded away. The air had stopped moving. But the air hadn't stopped existing. "I am still here!" it thought with excitement. But what was it? It couldn't find a begining or an end to itself anymore. It was a wide open blue sky.