It shows the vast gulf between people with imagination (and the joy they get out of life) and the others who are still wondering, in middle age, Huh? Life is sposed to be inneresting??!
Thanks, Tartarin. I became fascinated with Mars, going out to look at it every night. It looked pretty much the same every night, getting brighter as it got closer to earth. But every time I got some sort of joy out of it that I couldn't explain. What you said makes perfect sense!
(Love all the images here).