up.

Who do you love the most, enigmatic man? Your father, your mother, your sister or your brother?
I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother.
Your friends?
There you're using a word that to this day I've never understood.
Your country?
I don't know at what latitude it's situated.
Beauty?
I would willingly love it, goddess and immortal.
Gold?
I hate it as you hate God.
Well, what do you love then, extraordinary stranger?
I love the clouds... the clouds passing... up there... up there... the marvelous clouds!