I look up at the clouds.
A cloudy old man lays on his back floating contently.
He gazes up at the universe.
Beyond what us mere mortals can see.
We can only dream it.
—- This came to me a week or so ago. Looking up at the clouds, one of them looked like an man on his back.
And it occurred to me, if we look up at the clouds, what do they look up at?