When Coyote trades his eyes for pebbles like Crow’s below, he can’t see a thing.

It’s very funny. Each pebble is the world.

Hard to choose! Each one really is the world.

In each, the world appears to a differing degree of purity, but each one is the world.

With an eye like that you can see the forces of the universe. Nebulas, star clusters, black holes, dark matter, that kind of thing.

But you might not see the audience.

Crow, who’s telling this joke is happy about that, because he’s having a bad hair day.

A really bad hair day.

And, really, he wants you to see him like this:

In my country on the north eastern Pacific shore, this is funny stuff. The world is a joke here. It’s not something to deflate human pretensions. That’s a human pretension. Best just to laugh. You can’t hide here.

So, which one is it?

A pair perhaps?

One note: you can’t tell this story, because you’re in it. Here’s its author.

As for human pretensions, they’re not funny. Oh, wait, yes they are.

Even when they get away from themselves they do it together. Now, that’s a joke worth sharing.

Bad hair or not.