The answer is a blowin’ in the wind—the whoosh of a fist looming toward the face.
In idiomatic vein: we come to blows over long embraced pet peeves; whereas in idiomatic veneer some gain an identity, with one blow. Furthermore lugubriously striking blows at the indigents. Sledge hammering their way through time!
Being driven astray is a wildering—an estrangement that deposits us into that cauldron of uncertainty. Wilder bewilders.