I have been thinking about perspective today and how it can
affect the way that we view the world. I saw a view of the world from space and
my God what a beautiful sight! I have seen photos that were taken by the Hubble
telescope of galaxies and nebulas thousands of light years away that are simply
breath taking. So much beauty, and so very far away.
I saw a sunset today that lit the sky and clouds so that
everything was this amazing shade of orange. It probably means that there is a
huge fire or that a volcano has erupted spewing tons of ash into the atmosphere,
but from my perspective it was quite beautiful. I have seen skies that are so
lovely that if they were in a painting hanging on a wall, I would swear that
the artist wasn’t very good because nothing could look that good.
Most things look good from a distance; even a water
purification plant looks pretty cool. I tend to look at life a little closer
than that. When I am on a beach, I find myself taking a handful of sand and
trying to see the different tiny things that together look like sand. Most
ocean beaches are mainly made of tiny shells pieces, bits of glass and plastic
and grains of what once were rocks. Some beaches are made of lava and I guess
some are almost all rock. I just looked at a vial of sand from the west coast
of Vancouver Island and it is made up of shells and
rocks mainly.
People are much the same. Even very beautiful people tend to
be less than pleasing when you break them down into their component parts. When
you are talking one on one you see little skin blemishes, hair where there
shouldn’t be hair, one eye lower than the other and sometimes a little mole
inside the right ear. The closer you get, the harder it is to find a place to
look that isn’t downright gross.
I mention this because as I was admiring myself in the
mirror today, I noticed a small hair growing out of the bridge of my nose. I
have never had a hair growing there before, why would my body start to grow
hair on my nose now? Does it have something to do with global warming? It is
only one hair, so the insulation value would be pretty limited. You know, when
I think of it, my body has started to up the ante on patches of hair.
Every now and then I notice a hair growing on the outside
edge of my ear. I understand that hair on the inside of the ear might have a
value. It could keep out dust, fingers, birds (my ears have started to grow),
and hopefully the words of any and all idiots that attempt to talk to me. My
eyebrows seem to grow at an alarming rate. I can’t keep my glasses clean
because of the greasy eyebrow hair rubbing against them. How do eyebrows get
greasy anyways? I can remember the first time that I was at the barber and when
he had pretty much finished the hair cut, he trimmed my brows. WTF? Why are
these things growing? What possible genetic mutation would make this desirable?
I have lived a pretty hairless life. Sure, I have a beard,
but it isn’t a really thick one that I could win competitions with. One of
Maegan’s old boyfriends asked if I shaved my legs for cycling. I think Maegan
still laughs at that, not me. I have so few hairs on my chest, that early on I
gave them names. I have always been pretty comfortable with my hairless body. There
are some extremely hairy men that just pick an arbitrary spot to start shaving.
My belief is that they are closer to apes on the evolutionary ladder; I am
closer to the dolphins.
When you see a particularly intriguing looking person, you
just might want to stay two or three paces away to give yourself the proper
perspective, or if it isn’t me, then focus on their nose.
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