The Mailman Who Knew Why We Are Here

Have you ever wondered why a lot of money is invested into research every year? Or why we keep exploring and asking questions we may never know the answers to? It is because we don’t know anything. Well, not exactly anything but we don’t know what we should really be knowing. 

I’ll tell you why. Do we really know why we are here? Why are we, really? Why do we fall sick? Why do we age? Why do we die? Why have we not met other beings in the universe? Why don’t we know the future? Why are we still investigating who we are and why this universe is what it is? And why is that we don’t even know who we are, even though we are who we say we are? We spend lots of time and money with the aim of discovering what our purpose is, what we like and what we should do with it all.

We really don’t know anything, if I’m not afraid to say. But what if I told you that you could. What if there was a way of knowing everything from birth with no major work for you to do. If I said that to you, then I’d be lying. There is no knowledge base like that out there.

But what if I told you there is a world out there with a set of manuals given to your parents right after your birth, explaining all that you should know about yourself? And the purpose of life has been derived, mathematically speaking, of course. And also, the main purpose of living; what we were created for is something everyone knows. And that is to live. To enjoy nature, to eat fruits and nuts. To be creative. To sleep. To mate. To protect each other. To live simply because living is a beautiful phenomena ever to exist.

Well, that world exists out there. I have proof of it. I have been there. And all I need is some time to write it all and show it to you. It may sound ludicrous at first, but once you set off on the journey, you will wonder why this piece of information is not mainstream knowledge. And I do not mince words when I tell you how beautiful, peaceful and clean this place is.

I will introduce myself first. I work as a mailman. I do this job on Mondays only and I spend the rest of the week living in this world I speak of. A mailman because I enjoy seeing smiles and a few frowns when I knock on people’s doors to deliver their mail. I can tell you more about my routine on Mondays, but I doubt that’s why you are here.

I first came into contact this world on a bright sunny day in Autumn of 1992. I woke up in a frenzy that morning because I believed I was late for…..

**Newspaper Article**

Obituary

Local Mailman Dies

Dyce H., beloved local mailman known to many in the community was found unresponsive in his home. He is remembered as a friendly face on his delivery round. 

He leaves behind an estate, which is to be donated to charity. Funeral arrangements have not yet been announced. 

Written by Sara – AI Newsroom Assistant