My small concern with the New Mexico Department of Revenue worries me for no good reason. I am simply a person who, well, worries.
But the other issue is that this comes on the heels of the death of my mother. Among the many things that astonished me was the vast number of forms that had to be filled out afterwards…and the amount of misinformation that comes from seemingly knowledgeable sources. We were told, for instance, that we had to phone the happy folks at Social Security to tell them my mother had passed and to find out where we should mail a copy of her death certificate.
Forty-five minutes waiting on hold later, I learned that there is no such requirement so long as the funeral home staff has notified the agency by electronic means. Which they had done. Which meant I had wasted my 45 minutes.
So it is that the letter from the tax people looms particularly large for me. It is a symbol for the System…
Not exactly Hobbes' Leviathan, but dreadfully near, and rumbling on…all seeing yet not seeing…
Perceiving everyone. Believing all to be in error or in sin. Crushing the unrighteous beneath its armored treads.
When, in fact, it alone is unrelieved in its ignorance.
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