I'm told kids don't develop this ability to distinguish an object from what it randomly resembles until they're about two years old or so. I'm also told I developed it ludicrously early, which is pretty sweet.
That said, I didn't see the sailboat in Magic EyeTM pictures until I was 22. I also didn't see a natural rainbow until I was 23.
And around the same time I learned to see the Man in the Moon. Honestly, I was looking for a basic smiley face. By the time I realized it was more realistic than that, it seemed easy, though, admittedly, I looked up the information to find it was a left-facing, 3/4 view over the entire face of the lunar surface.
For this reason, I am disheartened by the man in the moon. He is tremendously less impressive than a giant orb of cooled molten rock and iron, formed from the spinning detritus of a colossal impact between the newborn Earth and a Mars-sized proto-planet dubbed "Thea" sharing our orbit.
Which is why, from now on, I'm saying the man in the moon is John Stamos.
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This image is getting inserted into every film, TV show, or graphic novel I work on, forever. |
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