Hang’n out with the Mystery
19 February 2007
I think I have a secret admirer.
For two years in a row now, I’ve received an anonymous Valentine’s Day communiqué via snail mail.
There is no message inscribed on the card because it’s not really a card. It’s an illustration (probably printed from google images) neatly cut from good paper. It comes to my post-office box in a red envelope affixed with a computer-printed name and address label.
Last year it was a picture of a piece of valentine’s cake; this year it’s three mailboxes with red heart flags standing to attention. And there are no clues, i.e. handwriting on the small cutout or the envelope that might allow me to deduce who it’s from.
It’s all very curious.
I’ve asked girlfriends if they sent it. The all-round response: “It wasn’t me!”
Nikov barely understands “dis weird American holiday what is about chocolates and hearts.” Though he was very happy to eat the yummy Belgian choccies I gave him!
So tell me, was it you? Huh? HUH? Tell me!
Arghhhh, I can’t stand not knowing! I hate the unknown. And I’m not alone; if I were, google and Wikipedia wouldn’t exist.
Obviously there are certain things that search engines, encyclopedias, the Discovery Channel, even Nova can’t illuminate, nor new titles in the Self Help, New Age, or Spirituality section at the bookstore.
That’s because there are tricks - life is full of inexplicable tricks and mystery!
Where my V-day communiqués could be considered little tricks that someone has played on me, the kind that with a bit of detective work could be resolved, the bigger mysteries, i.e. where did we come from and why are we here (playing tricks on each other) require hanging out with ambiguity.
That is not easy for we who quest after answers. But when definitive answers evade us, tolerance for the unknown actually offers comfort, perhaps because accepting what can’t be known is actually an answer of sorts.
Now, if it was you that sent me the anonymous V-day pics, feel free to send me a clue as to your identity. Please, pretty please, I just need to know who you are!
