This was a TV show from my youth, in the far-off days when the 50s were fading into the 60's.
I mention it because during my gay Mormon friend D's recent visit, he said I was a Martian. It was a kind of semi-objective compliment. He is a hopeless Democrat and has long loved the vile Obamanation Of Desolation. But he asks questions and actually listens to the answers, something I appreciate about him. It's a rare quality.
His characterization of me as a Martian meant that while he, and most people, look at things on the ground, horizontally and from day to day, issue by issue as they come along, I have a habit of trying to see the larger patterns, which are, of course, only really visible from above. The forces of history, and such. For him, this explained why he and I come at things so differently. (Kudos to D.)
He is not wrong. My mind has always sought a general or universal background to the particular. I am aware that when I am doing therapy, which is highly particular, I still consciously situate a man's current world and his unique narrative within larger stories. It's the Jungian thing to do: archetypes and complexes, etc.