Two fools

Two fools met on a dusty road:
Behold!, said one
I have named and numbered all the stars
While my friend, thinking he is wise
Just sits to enjoy them!
Then, replied the other
You must be like the miser-king
Who weighs each grain in his barn
While famine rages through the land
Or the linguist
Who is busy inventing words
Though nobody visits him
And he visits no-one
Would a sane man
Measure a miracle?
Would a sane man devote his life
To searching for two snowflakes
The same?
And the two fools passed
Continuing on their way.