Some say an Olympic gold medal winner lives in the vicinity, and so this letter box has been branded gold. So human it is, to believe such a fib. Yes, this box is a servant to your communication needs. You thrust your missives into its mouth, and a man removes them from from its stomach. It is stuck, in an endless cycle of feed, and empty; stuff, and release. You have made this letter box in your own image!

Take, then, the ceaseless sea of letters that flood the thing. Envelopes carrying complaints like curses to distant call centres; cards containing not-so-well wishes to relatives you secretly despise; and bills, so many bills, their machine-spat demands printed on pieces of paper, to be paid for by yet more pieces of paper… The rest of the universe wonders if you will ever stop babbling to yourselves, and open your ears to listen. But that doesn’t seem likely, now. Not with only a few days to go.

This post box was put here as a symbol of what you might become, if only you could stem your hunger, your chatter. Golden. Shining. A symbol of hope and glory.  Magnificent. Eternal. The end-of-it-all is coming, but it’s a further fib to say that everything will be destroyed. Some will survive. The Golden Ones – those who have successfully transmuted their baser natures into something finer, more refined – will live on.  The rest, well, they will be swept away. Discarded. Eradicated. Wiped out. So many phrases you have, meaning the same thing. But they still all end with a full stop…

There is always a grain of hope, however, even in your seemingly hopeless case. That is why we put this symbol here. You are choosing to see it as a post box. Of course, it isn’t that. As usual, you have refused our generous interception and continue to disregard ultimate reality in favour of your own. Your pride will not allow any other way of being. This isn’t the first time this has happened – but it may very well be the last.

Oh humans, for all of eternity you have refused to listen. We are here to tell you, you are not alone. In these last moments, will you refuse our help? We ask for nothing in return. Like a letter folded, and folded, and folded again, you remain wrapped up in yourselves. Let us show you that there is more to the universe that this self-involved origami. Let us show you that there is magic, and meaning, and joy. That there is hope. You are so much more than you know! Let us help you, to unfold your true potential, in these final, near-death, moments…

We await your response, dearest humans……..

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s