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K Mark Schofer

Today is Friday the thirteen and a black cat walked under a ladder while I wore my lucky underwear. I want to be superstitious, I want to be religious and I simply can not.

The dumbing down of American is most evident in the slow decay of substantive content in the enormously influential media, the 30 second sound bites (now down to 10 seconds or less), lowest common denominator programming, credulous presentations on pseudoscience and superstition, but especially a kind of celebration of ignorance”
― Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark

This was written thirty or so years ago and rings true today. We have a good friend who is in the last stages of cancer. I can’t become suddenly a believer in an afterlife. The great beyond is unexplainable to me.

For the record, I don’t have a lucky shirt, rather a series of shirts that I find the most comfortable and practical.

Namaste

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.