Clouds .. O lovely clouds...

for ..... a nature lover.

Find me a man in the whole world who knows and loves the clouds more than I ! .
Show me anything that is more beautiful !
They represent the sprit of play,
the wrath of heaven and
the power of death;

They are a comfort to the eye,
a blessing and a gift of God,
as tender, yielding and gentle
as the souls of new-born children

They are as handsome, rich and prodigal as good angels;
as sombre, inescapable and merciless as messengers of death.

They sweep by in silvery wisps, sail along white, jocund masses lined with gold;
They hang poised, tinged with yellow, red and white.

Darkly and slowly they glide past like murderers; chase helter-skelter like mad horseman, linger sad and dreamily on the pale heights like melanchloly hermits.

THey assume the shapes of the blessed isles and of guardian angels, of threatening hands, fluttering sails cranes in flight.

They journey between God's heaven and our poor Earth, glorious images of all man's yearning , and belonging to both-dreams of the earth in which its blemished shoul cleaves to the pure heaven above.

O lovely restless flaoting clouds!
I was an ignorant child but I loved and contemplated them, little knowing that I too should go through life like a cloud, wandering, everywhere a stranger, floating between time and eternity.

A logical thinker Vs an Artist

You may say,
“With A strong determination to establish the differences or, Discovering in every man that which distinguishes him from others… makes me man of science( A logical thinker) “.

I say.. ” One man wears wooden shoes and is a peasant; another wears a crown and is a king. Those are differences, I grant you. But children can see them, too, without any science.”
you may reply.. “But when peasant and king are dressed alike, the child can no longer tell one from the other.”

I will add,.. “Neither can science.”

you may elaborate… ” Perhaps it can. Not that science is more intelligent than the child, but it has more patience; it remembers more than just the most obvious characteristics.

I say,…. “So does any intelligent child. He will recognize the king by the look in his eys, or by his bearing. To put it painly: you learned men are arrogant, you always think everybody else stupid. One can be extremely intelligent without learning.”

You may say…” I am glad that you’re beginning to realize that. You’ll soon realize, too, that i don’t mean intelligence when I speak of the difference between us. I do not say, you are more intelligent, or less intelligent; better or worse. I merely say, you are different.”

I ***… ” That’s easy enough to understand. But you don’t speak only of our difference in character;you ofter speak also of the differences in fate, in destiny. Why, for instance, shoud your destiny different from mine? We are both children of our good Father in heaven. Our goal is the same: eternal bliss. Our destiny is the same: return to God.”………….

“Look,” you may say to me… “I am superior to you only in one point: I’m awake, whereas you are only half awake, or completely asleep sometimes. I call a man awake who knows in his conscious reason his innermost unreasonable force, drives, and weaknesses and knows how to deal with them. In your case, mind and nature, consciousness and dream world lie very far apart.

But enough of that ! Being awake, as I’ve already said, makes me stronger than you. This is the one point in which I am superior to you.In every other aspect you are superior to me, or rather you will be as soon as you’ve found yourself.”

I may stammer and say,.. “I … superior to you!!!”

“Why, yes,” you may continue…. “Natures of your kind, with strong, delicate senses, the soul-oriented, the dreamers, poets, lovers are almost always superior to us creatures of the mind.
You take your being from your mothers. You live fully; you were endowed with the strength of love, the ability to feel. whereas we creatures of reason, we don’t live fully; we live in an arid land, even though we often seem to guide and rule you.
Yours is the plentitude of life, the sap of the fruit, the garden of passion, the beautiful landscape of art.

Your home is the earth; ours is the world of ideas.
You are in danger of drowning in the world of senses; ours is the danger of suffocating in an airless void.
You are an artist; I am a thinker.
You sleep at the mother’s breast; I wake in the desert.
For me the sun shines; for you the moon and stars.
Your dreams are of girls; mine of boys…..”
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Thinkers try to come closer to God by pulling the mask of the world away from His face.
Artists come closer to Him by loving His creation and recreating it.
Both are human endeavours and necessarily IMPERFECT;but art is more innocent.