"This new chaos confounds us. We must fling it into our winds, our storms. These we can control."
"Long ago, a storm was heading toward the city of Quin'lat. The people sought protection within the walls, all except one man who remained outside. I went to him and asked what he was doing. 'I am not afraid,' he said. 'I will not hide my face behind stone and mortar. I will stand before the wind and make it respect me.' I honored his choice and went inside. The next day, the storm came; and the man was killed. The wind does not respect a fool."
— Kahless, Star Trek: The Next Generation