The shapes of the clouds are all that's important.

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We exist between chaos and harmony. How you resonate shapes you, your health and mental well being. The template is laid out for us between chaos and harmony and we resonate between these two examples, but how we resonate is up to us.

You can look towards harmony with efficiency, creativity, and peace.
(Or anything in between.)
You can look towards chaos with inefficiency, destruction, and war.

What does your cloud look like?

Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh..........I don't know what clouds have to do with anything, but creativity and peace, and destruction and war are not mutually exclusive.

I guess you have never sat on the porch of your faculty apartment building watching dozens of small funnel clouds pass buy, obviously thrying to decide should they expand.

Ah. Fluffy white clouds. Nature's very own Rorschach test.

Look! Up there! Its a putz heading for a vagina!

ruveyn

Ah, me, dear old school days. It took a year or two before one sorted out why certain classmates - but only certain classmates] sniggered at Mike Putzel's name.

I see you have a clear understanding of philosophy. Quite creative.

my cloud looks like a wart covered elephant with only one leg and no trunk crossed with the wreckage of a steam shovel with an imploded grain silo welded to it's rear axle.

It's a clear day, no clouds.

... okay so it's really 1:35am and I can't see enough of the sky to determine if there are clouds or not.

With a name like Putzel (or Schmucker) he has to be good. Think of the song famously sung by Johnny Cash -- A Boy Name Sue. by Shell Sliverstein.

ruveyn

i like to look at clouds that i am interested in for a very long time.
i like to carefully watch things that happen slowly.

i have heard the expression "as boring as watching paint dry", but i like to watch paint dry sometimes. if i place myself at an angle where i can see the "gloss" of wet paint that is bound to dry to a matt finish, i will watch like a hawk as the gloss slowly evaporates.

i agree with the expression "as boring as watching grass grow", because even i can not hold my attention on a blade of grass for long enough to see any change in it's state.

when i wash my clothes in my washing machine, i lift the lid and watch the entire process. i am intrigued by so many things when i watch my clothes being washed.

when i defrost my freezer, i get distracted by the blocks of ice i dislodge and dump in the sink. i watch them melt, and i am transfixed as i watch their very slow process of change.

sometimes i cook fresh fish for myself in the frypan, and i cover it in it in flour. i pour way too much flour onto a large plate, and i press the fish filets into the flour on both sides before i fry them.

afterwards, i have a large plate of flour to get rid of, and so i pour it into the toilet and i return the plate to the kitchen and rush back to the toilet to see how the layer of dry flour will be vanquished by absorption of water.

i watch and watch until the "crust" of the dry flour layer starts to break down, and then i watch very carefully as it is "consumed" (really "assumed") gradually by the water. i can watch it carefully whilst most people would move on to "more productive" expenditures of their energy.

it is in the same way that i watch clouds. if i see a cloud i am interested in, i will watch it develop. i can see clouds that are boisterous sometimes and i like to learn from them.


i have learned many irrelevant things from clouds, but i have never learned anything that philosophically applies to any question i have ever heard.

Short guy, no serious attitude, but not about to get uptight. Not in your face like Johny's Sue. Liked him - so styled by the time you have made it to 9th grade in New Haven's Jewish community you have heard it all

i can not understand how a boy can be named "sue". "sue" is a girls name.
whatever

Sue in the Anglic tradition of nomenclatujre is most commonly assigned to females. However, look around you - in addition to the uncounted NONAnglic nomenclatures, there are in the Anglic and I doubt not in other traditions numerous epicene names.

My father and my sister both bear the name Leslie - originally the name of a family, long since coopted for individuald.

And in any case, the tradition is NOT a law. I could name a son "Emily Lydia Headcheese", or a daughter "Joseph Stalin Trantor" and the computer would not care.

you forgot to factor in the humidity.

That's the whole point of the song. His father named him Sue before leaving his mother and him. Throughout his childhood and into his adulthood he suffers one indignity after another because of his feminine name, for which he compensates by developing a very tough and aggressive personality. Because of his horrible experience, he vows to seek out and kill his father for giving him a girl's name. Eventually he does find his father, and after an intense brawl, his father explains that he knew he'd be absent from his son's life, and that the reason he gave his son that name was to deliberately force him to grow up tough. Father and son then reconcile.

And then, the punchline of the song is, Sue explains that, if he ever has a son, he plans to name him "any damn thing but Sue" because, despite what his father told him, he "still hate[s] that name".