I decided to type up some of my notes this evening, maybe even start working all of these scraps of paper into something concrete. One in particular has confused me somewhat. I don’t know if I wrote it or I copied it down from somewhere. This is what it says: “We flower soldiers are like the clouds in the sky. We appear and we disappear. We appear among the people then disappear like the clouds. Be thunder. Be lightning. Be a terrible wind. Be a calm breeze.

Be as noisy as the clouds while they form their presence. When you thunder, remember to first flash your lightning of warning. Survive as a human who will leave a legacy of lightning and nourishing rain. Those who learn from you will be a rainbow. That can be their destiny if they choose it. But never seek to have people understand you. How is it possible to understand a cloud?”

I hope I wrote it, but I can’t be sure. I don’t remember writing half of the stuff I’ve found this evening. Hmm.