not everything is how it looks.
you know when you were little and wished on stars? well, when i was around seven or eight, our family used to drive from jersey back home to boston on important holidays. i remember driving at night looking up in the stars, making a wish on the brightest star; thinking the brightest star would definately grant my wish. i wished for a rabbit... a few minutes later, i looked up at that brightest star in the sky and it turned out to be an airplane.