Beautiful in its form, the tornado has aroused the interest of people for centuries. It appears still, poised and relaxed. From a distance it is awe inspiring. Its rage and power does not become evident until one ventures too close. Its center is calm and protected, fluid in motion, adaptive only to the terrain beneath it, and the instigative circumstances that created it. At the point of confrontation, it will release a very direct and concentrated force. It cannot be reasoned with, is unstoppable, and impenetrable. In its wake, a trail of death and destruction. As quickly as it appeared, it is gone. As mysteriously as it has appeared, it has vanished.