“It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe.”
Victor Hugo (French Romantic Poet, Novelist and Dramatist, 1802-1885)
While running in the park early this morning I noticed the clouds. Clouds have infinite combination of appearance; at least in my memory I continually am noticing new patterns even among recognizable types. The infinity of clouds would seem to stem from the nature of the universe itself which also appears to be infinite. While some would lay the source of that infinity outside nature, positing a supernatural cause, I merely relax in wonder at the infinite, consider the "mysterious transaction" of life, and look forward to the answers why.