There are people who are always staring at the ground and people always staring at the sky. They have at least two things in common; bumping into things and the hope of seeing something extraordinary. They may have other things in common, taking cream with coffee, compelled by large breasts or tight trousers, voting, but it’s their obsessions that mark them.
I’ve done both in moderation. I once saw a meteorite so low to the ground it lit the night sky up. I’ve found twenty dollar bills on the ground that obviously belonged to Mr. Jackson. You’d think that’s make me more of a sky person.
I just sort of like air better than dirt. A clever shrink might deduce it has something to do with mortality. Clever is the opposite of intuitive. I think of shrinks as those who look at the ground.
I’ve started seeing an Osteo-movement-manipulation doctor. I’ve seen him twice. It hurts for a few days after each appointment. It’s easier to look at the ground when your neck, back, shoulder and knee have been poked at. I’m not bitching, I’m hopeful.
Ground lookers are looking for treasure, sky lookers are looking for the spectacular. Depending on your standards both should be equally fulfilled. I could at this point say “there are two kinds of people …” but it’s far from the truth. There is one kind of people and a thousand facets, like a meat diamond.
It’s our similarities that should be celebrated and not our differences denigrated. Or, perhaps, we should just celebrate one another, it’s easy to find reasons, as easy as it is to find reasons to be suspicious. The reasons exist both in the sky and on the ground.
Some people have telescopes and some metal detectors. They are committed. I just use my eyes for things; I’m just curious. I’m curious about you.
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