“Clouds gaze upon the ground with their eyes. do you think clouds see like us? do I believe its merely some projection of sentience of mine upon the inanimate and animate?
Is a semblance of movement, systems of expansion and ways upon feeding currents of air and condensation mark them as no less alive then a simple one-celled organism?
I don't think clouds are alive like us, as i always believed that when we look for life we look for things like us. We look for blood and bones.
the sky is so blue and beautiful, and i sincerely belive it lives.”










