The Secret
I found a secret today. I was poring through some old emails, and I found a bunch that I had mysteriously written to myself. Of course, this isn’t so strange for me. Sometimes, when I need to remember something, I’ll send myself an email about it. I lose papers. My waschtrockner (which now only wasches) or my dryer eats them, or I write other stuff on them, and put them down and never see them again.
Email is searchable, and it is also pretty secure, since it lives in my computer. I actually have, archived, almost every email I’ve ever sent or received, dating back to college.
Someday, my kids are going to find all this crap and use it as justification for having me put into a home, but for now, it is just good stuff. Good conversations, and reminders of great times past. It is heartening, actually, to read old emails and see the advice I had been given, or gave myself. Better still, is the experience of reading about a significant event that is sufficiently in my past that the finer details have faded, but the outcome still generally available in my memory.
It is in those times, that insight can be found. Reading this old email, it was almost as if everything I read had happened to someone else, and I was just a spectator. I got to witness everything from the active perspective of a participant in the moment, yet I knew from experience that everything was not as it appeared, and nothing was going to turn out as expected.
There I found a secret which I had since forgotten, and now am proud to remember…
“…So, I don’t have much free time. I figure the best thing to do is let you in on a little secret. Ready? Jello can be formed into the shape of a key, frozen and then used to pick locks.”
WTF? Did I make that up myself or did I read it somewhere? I almost don’t even want to know.