Clouds fascinate me. They constantly change. Clouds remind me of life. They morph and project different images in minutes. You can not nail them down they are etheral.

Clouds look down at us earth dwellers and wonder what we are crying about. They say for us to adjust to changing weather patterns in our lives.

We seek to form our world into what our mentors say it is supposed to be. God delivered a magnificent place to live and we set about changing it into our own image. Much like a Golden Calf. We know best the way for our fellow humans to live. Somehow we have been given the keys to the Kingdom. Those unlike us must be subservient to us. They must humbly obey God-given directives.

Clouds laugh and oversee our confusion. ‘Live as the creation of the Creator,’ Clouds say. ‘Seek not a diminishment of his majesty but an enhancement of it,’ Cloud Friends say. ‘Look to your mystical surroundings to understand that we are all guests of the Master,’ say the Clouds…