Like black hole radiation coalescing into what we perceive as our universe, which is rarely noticed and less rarely thought about by most of Earth’s inhabitants, we have to admit that our origin story is poorly developed and barely understood. Yet, most of us know, without direct reason or proof, that everything in the universe is connected. Some call it god, some call it karma, some call it resonance phenomena; all religions and belief systems, including science, have their version of this story. Most will agree that we are interconnected through the physical environment of planet Earth by gravity, and the chemical cycles of water, oxygen, carbon dioxide, and the plethora of elements created in suns exploding and colliding over unfathomable time.

It is difficult to delineate the origins of human emotions and how they are tied to chemical cycles, black hole radiation, human ancestry, indoctrination, and invisible cycles tied to quantum mechanical oscillations in the brain producing action-reaction pairs that reverberate in our locality, sometimes drawing laughter from someone who knows not why they laugh in that moment. Or maybe confusion reigns in someone because they live in a toxic environment, and they are sensitive to the chaotic origins of the moment they were entrapped into by birth.

The unknown origins of all things open a portal to probability where we can assume that everything is potentially true, without doubt. In this space, we find magic. I, for example, have recently realized that I cry when it rains, and finding the impetus for this action-reaction pair is as futile as it is pointless, because the origin story of the universe tells us nothing. Yet, the history of humans traversing Earth tells us that magic happens in moments where nascency is dismissed.

It turns out that some percentage of some percentage of clouds are made of ocean waters baked into the sky, coalescing, by some attractive force that scientists have reasonably determined to be accurate through theories and experiments, verified and denied through time, with fancy partial differential equations, barely tells the true nature of clouds. Yes, clouds are indeed made, in part, of ocean water – oceans in the sky. Indeed, living organisms are also made of ocean water – oceans on land. What I have come to understand is that clouds are made of oceans of emotions. That some percentage of clouds are made of tears from all living beings baked into the sky: tears of sorrow, tears of joy, tears of fear, tears of longing, tears of loss, and tears of love. And when it rains, these emotions infiltrate the local sky and saturate the land where maybe you live. And when the sun comes out later in the day, or the week, or the month, or the year, those tears are released back into the air that you breathe. And perhaps in one moment, you find yourself laughing or crying, and you don’t know why. Or maybe you do know why. You can be certain that whatever your thoughts and feelings are in the moment, they are recycled from generations of oscillations of magic harvested by clouds of tears.