Unless we accept the "Calvinist" contention that all events are pre-ordained by God, there are a lot of random events that happen in this world, and for no reason. In fact, that is how the world works. Things happen, and how we react to them often dictates the quality of our lives, or how we perceive our world.
For example, yesterday a woman driving south on a busy Highland Avenue toward our office had some sort of health problem that convinced her she should pull off the road and into our parking lot. She proceeded to pass out while turning into our company lot yet momentum carried her up a slight hill to the point where her front bumper collided with the right rear fender of my 2013 Subaru Outback.
Minutes later the lot was jammed with emergency and police vehicles as someone who saw the incident upstairs called 911 and the medical team showed up to cart her away in an ambulance on a gurney with her neck in a brace.
When the police showed up they first notified our office manager that a gold Subaru had been struck by another car in the parking lot. The car is technically brown, but in October light the metallic flecks do give it a gold appearance. At any rate, it was my car that got hit in the lot so I went out to see what was going on.
The police took down my information and asked for my insurance card. It was missing, so I called the insurance agent who faxed one over. In the time it took to get that information it was all over. The van she was driving was towed away. I bent down and stared at the dent in my bumper, wondering what would happen now.
You can’t tell with vehicles these days how much something will cost to repair. If the chassis is bent by the right kind of hit at slow speeds it can still cost a bunch to repair. My own daughter wound up with two “totaled” cars of the same make and model. In one accident she was struck from behind and the rear end was so busted up on her 2005 Toyota Matrix they wrote the entire vehicle off. Then she hit someone in her second 2005 Toyota Matrix and that totaled another vehicle.
We used the insurance money to buy the Subaru, which was my wife’s dream car. She died from cancer a month after we purchased the vehicle. She got to ride in it twice. That’s all.
Life is random that way. But so is death. Our expectations are never spot on, nor are the rhythms of the universe. The sun could blow up tomorrow and all that relationship crap or money woes or health problems you’re worried about would be vaporized and so would you. It's like we're riding around in a dream car. By the time we finally wake up, we're already dead.
We are carbon
We all need a nudge now and then to realize that’s true. The cosmos don’t really give a damn about your problems or even the pristine condition of your new car. Our job is to be the best chunk of carbon we can be, through wars and politics, family life and faith, the random fact of our existence is quantified, in the end, as nothing more than elements of thought, dreams and personal history.
As Crosby, Stills and Nash once sang in the song Woodstock (written by Joni Mitchell):
We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon,
and we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
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