The following old story I read recently resonated with me.
Man walking home late at night sees a friend of his, despondent,"on his hands and knees under a lamppost. “What’s wrong?” the man says. “I lost my car keys,” says his friend. “Bummer,” the man says, “let me help you,” and he gets down on his knees, too, and they both scrabble around in the grass companionably for a time.
After a while, the man says to his friend, “I dunno, are you sure it’s here? We’ve been looking for a while, and "the friend says, “Oh, no, I have no idea, I’ve been all over town since the last time I’m sure I had them,” and the man says, “Then why have we been looking under this lamppost for the last twenty minutes?” and the friend says, “Because everywhere else it’s too dark to look!
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