Challenge, “Little man you do not know the world you speak to change. It is a world of dirty bloody action that covers your face and hands, cakes onto them, dries and cracks your skin. This dirt, this blood seeps into your mind and keeps you from sleeping, loving, thinking. That is the world at its base. You talk about changing the order of the clouds, that is all well and good, but you will not change the blood of the earth, of man.”
Response, “You can only see what you have already seen big sir. It is fear and anger and the unknown that makes blood for hands and faces and minds. It is from the clouds I learned of the power and fragility of man, while I lay in the mud of the earth. We must have mud to cover our hands and faces, we must have clouds to fill our minds. But blood, the blood of men, cannot continue on our hands, our faces, our minds. For that I can change the clouds, for that I will embrace the mud.”"