Trying to understand her was like trying to understand Mother Nature, with all of her Beauty, her kindness, and her ability to destroy. Science had only raised theories; tracking her moves led to unreliable predictions at most. But he had to love her, he thought, and he had to protect her, because she was sensitive, and could hurt deep. And when she hurt, he hurt deeper, like the punctured wound of a thousand battles. He had to care for her, because despite of her violence, her irrationality, she gave him life. 

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