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Not everything is doom and gloom, even considering that by now most of us are either unemployed or homeless or at least preparing to be. Every once in a while something comes about that is truly, honestly, 100-percent-without-irony wonderful. Today, it comes in the form of a glorious mailbox.

This underrated correspondence vessel is festooned with what are possibly the greatest things: astronauts and dinosaurs, presumably at war. The two opposing forces negotiate the steep tundra that is their battle zone.

They are accompanied, inexplicably, by blithe tulips and a single red heart. Whoever is responsible for this zen, I salute you. Everyone else, your mailboxes need some work.