Consider the Emmy Award Ceremonies last night in Los Angeles, if you don't mind. And imagine all the celebrities and personalites emerging from the ceremony either sad and thoughtful from the disappointment or aglow in victory's aura. Now imagine a flock of pigeons hovering about seventy feet off the ground, and one of those pigeons pooping on one of their heads. What do you think that celebrity will do? Would he call his attorney on the iPhone that never leaves his sight and sue the zoo? Possibly. But do you also think he'd look up and get the message--"You're not that special." I'm willing to bet that at least one of these celebrities would.
You see, a pigeon has no sense of human accomplishment, and I've touched on this in other ways. A pigeon could care less about the Escada gowns, the Harry Winston jewels and the Armani tuxedoes. A pigeon has no idea about Oscars, Emmys, Tonys, Razzies or whatever else. Pigeons don't poop on your head out of spite; they don't punish, reward or pass judgment. We do all that.
I just wanted you to sleep on that, folks.
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