I once had this story that was developed around two characters and their meaning to life. The first was a balloon dancer.... this character was brought from erratic air that is pushed through a powered fan, thus giving him life and motion. He stood out front of establishments so that everyone could see him dance. Flailing his arms and head about, he brought in people from all over to look at what was going on. He was there for show. He lived to never know when he would die. The other character was a pumpkin. The pumpkin was brought from the Earth. He also stood out front, but it was usually of a quaint home... and he never danced. He simply looked on at all the people and animals and happenings that were happening around him. After time of quietly observing he would melt into the Earth and give himself back. He lived to know that he would eventually die.
You can ponder more in a pumpkin patch than you can at a car wash. I suppose. Life is beautiful.
