I read today that most boomerangs aren't meant to come back. They're thrown and should fly precisely to where the thrower intended, preferably away. Boomerangs were born bent and angled, deformed with one wing shorter than the other, or longer than the other and more brazen. While in motion, these wings stay at war with each other as though they were not two parts of the same whole; A constant quarrel, brought on not by being discarded to the haphazard whim of the calm or anxious air, but by the indecision of which way to go when cast off from a home. In the end, it's the indecision that returns them, as it's difficult to keep going when you're not sure of which way you're going. When this is the case, back is where you're propelled, whether you're wanted there or not. And you're either welcomed by a pair of grateful hands, or (like today) left feeling around in the ground trying to get your bearings.