Clouds are often reflections of ourselves and the way we think. When looking at them we morph them into what our minds want us to see changing a fluffy white cloud into an elephant, a boy, or a fire breathing dragon. Clouds have come to represent a vast array of feelings. On a sunny day when white fluffy clouds are present they tend to be associated with tranquility, happiness, and even beauty. On a stormy day where dark clouds take on a foreboding presence in the sky, they are associated with gloom, danger, sadness, or some sort of turmoil. At times when the clouds are not puffy white or dark grey and they appear to be somewhere of the middle of the two, they can represent uncertainty, having your mind in a fog, or day dreaming. No matter what their shape and color, clouds are often shaped to fit our imagination. As Bachelard suggests, clouds are some kind of ” ‘imaginary matter,’ with which one can work or play as in a hypnotic daydream.” (Macauley 176) We look up to the sky and allow are minds to mold the clouds into forms of our choosing. No one person sees the same thing in the same cloud. As Macauley states, ” reverie ‘controls a changing phenomenon by giving it a command that has already been carried out or is being carried out.'” (Macauley 176)
To change ideas slightly, here is a quote by Steve Grand that I chanced upon the other day and really love:
“Consider 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.”
Like clouds, we are always changing, never being the same person we were a year, day, or even a moment ago.