I was on the freeway yesterday, pondering the shards and flotsam of my life (you know, grasping just how absolutely urgent and unique all my troubles are and feeling important in the midst of my misery) when I spotted a piece of rubber about three feet thick that looked as though it was part of a truck tire or something. But whatever it was, it was motivated. It was bouncing at least 40 feet into the air, coming back down, hitting the ground and going back up, being thrown around by the passing cars. It hit the car next to me and shattered its right headlight, then it rolled on the ground and right beneath my car, where it bounded up and down and scared me to death. It continued behind me, where it nearly caused a car to slam into another one.
The point being, sometimes the finger of the Universe (God, or whatever you prefer) comes down and taps you on the shoulder and says "Excuse me. You're paying attention to the wrong things. Here's a reminder of that."
Duly noted, Universe. Thanks. I'll bill you if my car is broken.
jc
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