We are preoccupied with ourselves in unhelpful ways. The clouds, however, know nothing of us. They float by, utterly unaware of our concerns. These vast, quiet things are always to hand. There is a constant drama above our heads: collisions, fractures, swirls, separations. Human life is no less active, but it can be a moment of relief from our particular involvements to look up and be returned to a broad perspective.