Perception has its limitations. That’s because most of what we perceive is an inference, our visual system fills in the blanks, provides order to random information. One form these limitations take is pareidolia, the tendency to perceive a specific, often meaningful, image in a random or ambiguous visual pattern.
Cloud gazing makes this evident. Most people see fantastic creatures, or anthropomorphic forms. For me, the clouds not only take on familiar shapes, they become whole landscapes, a dimension literally above ours. In this place our coordinate systems break down, we lack a point of reference, and the world becomes pixelated.
Here we reach our perceptual horizon. Light is refracted by life forms comprised only of a highly reflective geometry. Continuously exploding and reassembling themselves, other dimensions open. New cycles begin, and the world is multiplied.