This squint-eyed creature here is my key chain. I only acquired her recently; about four months ago. I had to replace that crumpled scrap of leather that had served me for six years. I found her, thought she was really cute, cuter than all the rest of her friends in the display basket, and in spite of pretending to carefully view my choices for about ten minutes, I came home with her.
But there is a reason she’s getting all this sudden attention.
Recently, I’ve been travelling a lot past the clock tower. There is a petrol bunk there which is wickedly convenient (wicked because I am not too sure about the quality of their petrol).
The petrol attendant there loves my squint eyed girl. The first time he looked at her and grinned, looked up at me and grinned and handed her over reluctantly. The next time he recognised me (because of her I assume) and actually showed her off to his colleague. This is a man who must see a hundred key chains in a day’s work and if he likes my squinty, she must be special. And so like a parent whose offspring has just become the star of the colony function, I’ve suddenly decided I have a treasure. And this has prompted me to present her for display.
But it does occur to me that I might be mistaken. It’s possible that the attendant does not represent the discerning masses. For all I know he is perhaps only a kindred sprit? And perhaps we are the only two people who find anything of appeal in my squinty.
Which of these would I rather?
What are the things of worth? To be one in the world? To be one with the world? To be the one in a world? Kinship? Acceptance? Absolute value?
What do I know of those…
