Imagine looking up toward the sky on an average afternoon, marveling at the piercing blue background salted by white fluffy clouds. Each cloud is uniquely shaped, gloriously afloat, describable in terms even a five-year-old can understand. They look dense enough to stand on, soft enough to sleep on, and righteous enough to spend an afterlife walking among.
Now imagine riding passenger on a Boeing 747. You’re peering out the window as the aircraft takes off. As you ascend, steadily approaching the definitively shaped clouds, they curiously begin to lose shape and opacity. Enter the clouds — your perspective has significantly changed, for you can no longer see them for what they are. Rather, the sky is whitewashed and borderless. Oddly, you may still be able to see others in the distance, but you’re essentially blind to the cloud you’re in. Often times all you’ll see is the giant white soul of the cloud with no sky whatsoever, no coherent shape or texture. (more…)