{"id":729,"date":"2021-09-10T14:09:49","date_gmt":"2021-09-10T14:09:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.smoth.net\/Krystal\/?p=729"},"modified":"2021-09-10T14:10:53","modified_gmt":"2021-09-10T14:10:53","slug":"cloud-watching","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.smoth.net\/Krystal\/cloud-watching\/","title":{"rendered":"Cloud Watching"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

\u201cClouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.\u201d
\u2015 Rabindranath Tagore<\/a>, Stray Birds<\/a><\/u><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!\u201d
\u2015 Arthur Conan Doyle<\/a>, Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories, Volume I<\/a><\/u><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n


\u201cConsider yourself. I want you to imagine a scene from your childhood. Pick something evocative… Something you can remember clearly, something you can see, feel, maybe even smell, as if you were really there. After all, you really were there at the time, weren’t you? How else would you remember it? But here is the bombshell: you WEREN’T there. Not a single atom that is in your body today was there when that event took place. Every bit of you has been replaced many times over… The point is that you are like a cloud: something that persists over long periods, whilse simultaneously being in flux. Matter flows from place to place and momentarily comes together to be you. Whatever you are, therefore, you are not the stuff of which you are made.\u201d
\u2015 Steve Grand<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Clouds are such an inspiration just like all of God\u2019s creation. God is everywhere, if only we look. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cClouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.\u201d\u2015 Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds \u201cHow sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes… <\/p>\n

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