Well amidst all the 4th of July fireworks and excitement, someone decided to blow up my mailbox! Mind you it was the day after the 4th, so it wasn’t really a celebratory event and I was dead asleep at 12:30 in the morning. A loud explosion and the sound of metal crashing to the ground awoke me from what I believe was a good dream. My first thought was that a transformer exploded, but the fan cooling my room continued to hum. Upon further exploration, I discovered the twisted remains of my mailbox 20 feet from where it was supposed to be, and in the morning, the dents and broken windshield on my car. Someone really did not like my mailbox. I mean it was ugly and was probably the same mailbox that was installed when the house was built in 1965 (my birth year), but was that really any reason to blow it up? Then lying awake at night I had a moment of clarity and realized how this one single act could be used to help us understand the universe. That’s right, I said it, THE UNIVERSE.
O.K., maybe not everything, but I felt at the very least, I should memorialize my poor mailbox’s death, so here we go…
Good vs Evil – I tried reading “Beyond Good and Evil” by Nietzsche with mixed results, but now it all made sense. We innately try to dichotomize the universe into parts, up vs down, right vs left, heaven vs hell, etc. But really they are all part of the same concept, you can’t have one without the other. My mailbox was beyond good and evil. It was a vehicle for evil(bills) and good(pay checks). It didn’t care. One moment it was there, the next it was gone.
A side note. If I have no mailbox technically I can’t get mail. So am I now absolved of paying bills, taxes, etc.? Just saying…
The Big Bang Theory – Just saw it in action. Compressed into a singularity, the universe exploded into existence. One moment nothing, the next the building blocks for all we know. One moment I had a mailbox, the next the building blocks for…well nothing.
Social Issues – Was this a random act of violence or was I being targeted for some other reason? Was it my religious beliefs or lack there of? The color of my skin? The fact that I had not weeded my garden for 2 months? I know, it was just my mailbox, but what if it had been a church/mosque, a nightclub frequented by gay/lesbian patrons, a market filled with tourists. For the briefest of moments, I was one of them.
Health – You cruise through life doing what you need to do, then BANG you get the news that you have cancer, ALS, Parkinson’s disease, heart attack, or any host of other ailments. Much like the twisted metal of the mailbox, your life morphs into something else, a shell of its former self.
Country Music – It seems to me that this event is fertile ground for a country music song. If someone can croon about how they lost their horse or girlfriend, why can’t I lament over the loss of my mailbox? I see a gold record in the making….