Once, long ago,
my son and I were in the car,
and I remarked how a guy walking along appeared,
as he was gesturing and sort of talking to himself....
my son said, "Don't judge him, Daddy - he's happy
where he's at, and he knows what he's doing.
He's doing fine, — he's okay."
My son made me realize
that what you see,
while perhaps not what you would understand,
—it is what it is for the one being seen.
My son was right.

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