A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed, it feels an impulsion, this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reasons and the patterns behind the clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons. The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart. The rung of a ladder was never meant to rest upon, but only to hold a mans foot long enough to enable him to put the other somewhat higher.
I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can do, or any kindness or abilities that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer it or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again. It is better to die for something than to live for nothing. The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.