Almost everybody likes a good mystery. I sure do. My fiction book reading is almost entirely in the genre of spy/espionage/counterterrorism novels, which involve a lot of intrigue.
So I thought I'd outsource to readers of this blog the contents of a mysterious package that arrived in the mail yesterday. If you have an idea about the meaning of what was sent to me, share it in a comment on this post.
Here's the envelope I got. What caught my attention right away was the address and return address both being my address. My razor-sharp mind concluded, Whoever sent this to me doesn't want to be identified.
(CIA, I'm waiting for your call recruiting me as an intelligence analyst.)
I thumbed through the pages, looking for any markings or messages. Nothing popped out at me. Of course, I know that spies can encode information in a microdot as small as a period, but I'm not about to inspect every period with a magnifying glass.
(Ooh, just remembered that I should have worn gloves, since a deadly nerve agent could have been put on the book. Looks like I won't be hearing from the CIA after all.)
Like I said, a mystery. Someone spent $10.30, plus the cost of the book and the crosses, to send me a message. But I don't know what that message is.
Naturally the thought came to mind that the sender is a Christian who thinks I need some Jesus in my life. Maybe the fact that after the book's title page, there's this Bible passage, shows I could be receptive to this.
Be not deceived;
God is not mocked:
for whatsoever a man soweth,
that shall he also reap.
But if this was a proselytizing message, why not say so directly? And why mix together a book I wrote about karma and vegetarianism with two Christian crosses?
Anyway, its nice to know that someone seemingly cares enough about my (nonexistent) soul to go to the trouble of sending me the package.
Like I said, if anyone has a theory about what the contents mean, share your idea in a comment.