A friend of mine once told me that she thought I was special. By that she meant my way of thinking, my way of seeing the world and my way of simply living my thoughts without really thinking much about them. I, on the other hand, find her very special. By that I mean her open, almost completely free manner, the way she is always cheerful and good at everything. But also the way she's always there for me. I think we have different perceptions of "special". And maybe someone finds you special or you find someone special. But that would mean that we are all special. And wouldn't that mean that everyone is so special that it is no longer special that we are special? Wouldn't that ultimately mean that we are all just looking up at the same starry sky? You could almost think that everyone is the same. Not equal in character, but equal in value.