“It is cold” said a Cloud to the Sky “ it looks like I will be snow.”
“You don’t have to leave you know, you can stay here with me,” the Sky replied.
“I am growing heavy and full, it will soon be time for me to fall.”
“But why, why must you?”
The Cloud thought for a minute, “One day something was born. The something was big, the biggest anything had ever been. Something was until it ceased to be, and then there were new things who brought with them light , and they gifted us color and meaning and distance. These things too ceased to be, and new things came to fill their place. Everything that is, was or will be, all set in motion on the day something was born. Nothing lost, nothing gained, just a lineage of something that no longer is.” said the cloud to the sky, “It is the nature of the universe.”
Unsatisfied, the sky replied, “ I know this. For as long as I have been I have watched the world below, and nothing remains. As the little ones say, Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. But yet here I am still. I have been for longer than the seas or the fertile soil, and I am unchanging. I do not crave unbeing, yet I worry It may never come. I worry that I will watch everything pass until I am left, being. As solitary as Something, yet doomed to never be succeeded by the color and shape and meaning that gave Somethings being and unbeing purpose”
“Why Must being and unbeing have purpose Sky.”
“Is it not the nature of the universe? Something ceased to be, and now we have color and shape and meaning”
“Something never knew of those things Sky. Something gave no gifts. Something had no one to give them to. It could not see nor feel nor sense, Something simply was and then all at once was not. It is the nature of the universe.”
“WHAT is the nature of the universe then cloud. Is is that I must watch everything I care for slip away and then suddenly I will cease to be, is that it. Surely that is not all, surely my purpose is not THAT” Sky rumbled.
“I do not know what purpose is my friend, but I know I love you.” Cloud said “I know that when I fall, I will cease to be, but every flake will miss you” and soon they began to unbe. A million pieces of them drifting on the air, crystalizing, and catching the light of the sun.
“PLEASE, please, do not fall then. What purpose does it serve for you to leave me” begged the Sky “I NEVER ASKED TO BE ALONE, SO WHY MUST YOU FALL WHILE I STAY”
“It is the nature of the universe”