iHEART

If we humans left everything to Mother Nature's trusted and wise devices, we will begin to slowly understand that the universe has its own way of working things out, or 'there is a season for every reason', so to speak. 'Go with the flow', 'let the chips fall where they may', some enlightened souls do embrace as their mantra for blissful daily living.

But enough of delusions and escapisms for now, instead, please allow me to share with you Oranges a serendipitous scene that transpired at work just now, at 10.30pm, 1st floor of Orange building, by the laser copier -

An "origami" heart that had naturally taken shape by itself on the carpet by the laser copier, which were probably the straggling remnants of someone's love letter that had been shredded to oblivion by the unappreciative recipient of it ... Nah, surely its origins had more lighthearted and jovial leanings, rather than something so gloomy as tragic love.

Such a phenomenon of simplistic yet profound proportions. Why profound you say? How often is it that you see a heart on the carpet like that? I've seen many an Orange wear their heart on their sleeve, but that's a different story.

I mean, you could stare at the clouds all day, for example, and just let your imagination run wild with conjuring up a whole phantasmagoria of shapes, objects, people, and fantasies. But this ...this heart on the carpet, this iconic and world renowned symbol of affection and desire, formed and fused by the very hands of chance and fate, is a sign from the Gods that we should always follow our heart. For want of a better word, transfixed sums up the emotion perfectly in this instance.

Make no mistakes, there were no Hollywood special effects or high tech CGI photoshopping involved here. What you see is what we (Captain Haddock and I) saw. We couldn't believe it at first, but then it dawned on us that life is constantly filled with these sentiently surrealistic snippets. The onus is always on us to, like the tag line for that movie "American Beauty" says,
'Look closer'.

To pulp or not to pulp, that is the question.
Nevertheless, we Oranges can take comfort in the fact that even though nothing lasts forever and all good things must come to an end, we will always have memories to get on by.

...until we become senile.