Clouds

Ni is a painter. I am not. But if I were ever to try painting, I might specialize on clouds. So beautiful, such good friends to us. They can lift tons of water into the sky without any apparent effort and carry it hundreds of miles, then let it drop in just such a way to support all of life.

Like us, they sometimes give a wispy feeling, or are sometimes fat and puffy, appearing light or heavy, hurried or not.

When I was a kid, I used to sit for hours with a chess board and try to think of a new rule that would improve the game. Even with my weak little brain, it finally occurred to me that I would not be successful, that the game was already perfectly what it is.

Clouds are like that too.