Are you a museum piece?

Following my last 'car parking space as toothbrush' blog, I have been literally inundated with another picture. I am currently musing upon its societal implications, but the one thing I have been struck by is how they are all the same -yet different (I'm playing a spooky tune in my head while I'm typing this). I have been thinking about this during our great nation's Heritage Open Days. Apparently a great success according to the Norwich Evening News*, but less so in the small village of Unreason - my musings on this annual event will be the subject of a later blog. I sat there bored, questioning my existence and the point of museums. I was at a new low, our funding was being cut again and my Russian girlfriend's grandmother was ill again and needed me to send more money.

However, we did have one visitor yesterday. I never realised that our government's esteemed Culture Secretary has a second home in Unreason. In fact many members of he current government either live, have second homes, or claim expenses in Unreason and the surrounding hamlets of Unreasonable and Unreasoning. He didn't actually visit but I saw him through the window as he walked past. However I fell into conversation with Mr.Vaizey as I followed him down the street. He eventually informed me from the tree in which he happened to have climbed that I was a museum piece myself.

I stopped, put down my pitchfork and immediately cogitated on the profundity of the man. Buildings are museums, ancient objects are museum pieces, car parking spaces should be museum objects, but they pale into insignificance against the very uniqueness of the human individual.

Consider this, there is only one of you, it is highly unlikely that there will be another person like you, never mind what what you do, what you collect and how you interpret the world around you. You are brilliant, unique and the world is different because of you - celebrate that and go to sleep with a smile on your face.

You are the very definition of rare. How can you put a value on one-of-a-kind? You can't. It is inestimable and therefore your value is infinite. You are more important than a museum, you are THE living museum. That was a revelation to me of biblical proportions - so I delved into that book of wisdom to clarify this thought.

 Proverbs 29:18 from the King James Version (that's the only proper bible) says , 'where there is no vision, the people perish'. Blinkered theologians have interpreted the 'vision' as the redemptive revelation of God. I fact our Culture Secretary says it is really saying that the 'vision' is the redemptive revelation of your singular beauty and individuality - realisation of this will allow you to thrive, grow and blossom. Yet too many of us perish, caught within a self-defeating spiral of self doubt imposed upon us by others and society.

So I went back to the museum, put the pitchfork back onto our Witches of Unreason display, then stood in front of a mirror and revelled in the museum piece before me; sent my girlfriend's grandmother a get well card, then rang the Chairman of Trustees to say not to worry everything is going to be alright, that I am God and car parking spaces ARE heritage.






*http://www.eveningnews24.co.uk/news/heritage_open_days_festival_is_a_huge_success_in_norfolk_1_2754206