My friend and colleague Jenna Nigro alerted me to the fact (reported in The New York Times Magazine, July 23, 2017) that Elvis Presley, while driving some associates through Arizona, saw the face of Joseph Stalin in a cloud. That troubled him but “as he watched the cloud transformed into the smiling face of Christ.” He stopped the bus and “ran out into the desert weeping, in a state of profound spiritual exaltation.”
Tonight’s clouds have been varied. This one looks to me like the huge Trump Chicken that someone put on the White House lawn this week:
That troubles me.
This one might lead to a state of profound spiritual exaltation in someone who sees a whirling Dervish in the center of more straightforward clouds:
I’ll settle for profound awe at the forces of nature.