A closer look, at this
altitude, a peculiar thing can be observed about the clouds. They seem to have
life of their own. Here, above the earth’s surface, clouds rule and thrive
peacefully. Above the habitable earth, and interminably removed from man’s propensity
of control and manipulation, clouds enjoy utmost nobility, a sagacious mentor
to mortal men.
Clouds’ inviting mounds, like white mists of smokes, no one can set foot over these in the manner of setting foot on solid grounds. Modern airships may break in and deform clouds’ fluid shapes, but clouds can readily regroup and reconnect.
Up here, these ageless clouds flourished unhampered in their self contained kingdom. Clouds’ impermanent banishment is always repetitive, they reappear into another form, and it goes on and on. There is constant oscillation from liquid to gas, from gas to liquid, an endless natural process and oftentimes unappreciated.
Clouds’ indispensable role is also fascinating; it descends to the earth’s surface as coolants and in liquid form. Clouds condensed itself into rain dews and cleanse the filthy earth’s surface and after cooling the earth, water evaporates and ascend back to this lofty chamber in gaseous form, embellishing our fathomless sky, and forming into brilliant white clouds that speckle the draft of blue sky.
Down on the earth’s surface, mortal men battle endlessly, they are embroiled by inherent madness, an unstoppable drive towards self-destruction, the gruesome annihilation towards its inevitable extinction from the face of the earth.
Clouds have founded their placid dwelling here, away from disquieting chaos and the vicious power-struggle that are prevalent among men. Clouds have hung up here, in this unfathomable height since time immemorial.
Ancient clouds, preacher of peace, teacher of nobility, mute witness of men’s cruelty since the genesis of the earth.
Safely back and landed on the surface, I looked up and see, the invincible clouds, untarnished, forever suspended, nobles of all time, restless travelers. I am grateful to have studied those clouds through a closer view for just a score of minutes.
Clouds dwell with mortal men; clouds dwell with divines too, the Seraphim and the Cherubim above are singing through eternity and are comfortably restful there on those immaculate clouds.