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SnowGlobe

What’s a book you never finished but still think about?

I wrote a book called Snow Globe and I did finish it and I have sent it to an editor. It was never published and probably rightly so. If I’m ever going to finish the book it’s going be this fall.

The premise of the book is a hyperbolic look at global warming. The entire book takes place during a massive snowstorm in Portland over a weeks time.

Unfortunately, everything in the book that I predicted pretty much has come true.

Here’s the opening paragraph from snowGlobe


Sometimes we all need some time alone and at other times that is the last thing we need. I believe it was Carl Sagan, during an interview with Terry Gross on NPR’s Fresh Air, he roughly stated, in a world as beautiful as this it is hard to doubt the existence of a higher being.  The number billions do not even sound correct in this context. We used to argue whether human nature is good or bad. We all have our demons, and we may choose how we decide to exercise them. However, there are certain sunbeams that reach this earth, and shine and sparkle just perfectly. It touches our sole. It ignites what is good in us as human beings. Yes, sometimes in a world as beautiful as this, one can still refute the existence of a higher being.

 

Things happen in weeks and days and most of it is clutter and much ado about nothing. Little tangents lead us nowhere. Seemingly, little things happen all the time. They will set off repercussions that will affect everything that comes after and there is little chance of interactions that are epic and life altering. People and paths are interconnected. The little bit of fuel we all use today may alter weather patterns that we cannot fathom at the time. Alternatively, maybe it is happenstance. We are all little atoms that collide and form molecules and then life altering changes. However, for the most part most of what we do is trivial and random. It is a religion of sorts. It is a religion where the end game is not the mission. Rather it is whom we affect along the way.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

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.

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