Jesus, Where’s My Key?
Okay, this born-again kid, Trevor Corneliusen, goes on one of his regular winter treks to the Mojave where he camps in an abandoned silver mine. Reports his mother, through the medium of the LA Times:
“It’s somewhat a religious experience what he does there. He meditates. He communes with God in the desert.”
Straightforward so far, but now it gets mysterious: Somehow in the midst of his religious musings, Corneliusen chains up his ankles, locks the chain with a Master Lock (TM) padlock and makes a pencil drawing of his shackled legs. He then realizes that he has totally lost the key. With baby-steps and hops, he stumbles along for miles over rocky terrain until he reaches Baker, CA, where a firefighter cuts him loose.
There are, as you can see, many unexplained aspects of this uplifting story. The first three that come to mind are:
- Did this artist lose the key to his shackles due to some sort of divine intervention?
- Does climbing into a deep hole to talk to God bring on humiliations one might have avoided?” ?
- If there is a God, why didn’t He show Corneliusen how to
make himself a vibrating lockpick out of an Oral-B toothbrush, like this one featured on Boing Boing?
We may never know The Answer.