Clouds are something we are so familiar with, that we hardly pay attention to them. Sometimes I go about pitying myself, and all the while I am being carried across the sky by beautiful clouds. A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed, it feels an impulsion. This is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reason and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know too, when you left yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.