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Continued...
A collision is when two things (or more) happen to run into one another, whether they be objects, ideologies, parrots, theories, or any other sort of intangible that you either read about or see in the cinema.
Oftentimes, you'll see (or otherwise experience) a rather impressive explosion.
This is fine, fine, usually, in keeping with most physical laws about things occupying the same space (and, believe it or not, non-things, in the case of intangibles, not being able to occupy the same virtual spaces as other non-things), mostly about those things not being able to do it, which makes sense.

The clouds did certain dances that large, largely permeable objects can do, and that I could probably do, were I being pushed about by winds in the jet stream. Usually, it is customary for the object of a collision to either assume a different form, form a wholly new object with the other half (or more) of the collision), or simply limp gamely to the side and lie down on the grass for a bit, to catch their breath. Physicists no doubt have a whole load of fancy names for the wide varieties of collisions (though you know at heart they're no different than the little kid who enjoys throwing rocks at windows).
There are certain birds, sparrows, I think, who, owing to the whole three-dimensionality of the world (all right, I was just eager to point out the three-dimensions, I know it's not terribly new news, but I thought I'd bring it up, at any rate), that can appear to fly through the space that the clouds occupy. Now, as I've noted, it's probably not due to the three dimensions that they can appear to do as such, but rather more due to the previous mention to the clouds being large, largely permeable objects. Two sparrows, attempting to pull the same trick with slightly less permeable objects, each other, though they'd managed to avoid the historical inevitability for some time, found the hard and fast rule about occupying a space simultaneously irresistible to follow. I have no idea how that collision would be classified, other than as impressive. And feathery.

The heart sometimes is able to occupy the same and not the same spot in several instances at once. All at once, imagine that. Clouds. Like sparrows. And the horse they rode in on. Or like mittens you're trying desperately to shake off, flapping your hands and extensions in the wind and against each other.

disclaimer:
Lucky, lucky, lucky. Nice name for a dog.

I think somewhere along the line we've stopped making sense.