Some people like to measure miracles by impossibility. I've never seen a talking dog before. And I may never.
But, I would like to think that miracles are different than baseball cards. You may call me a goof, and you would be
right. Life is only as hard as you let it be, I think. To me miracles are simpler. At some point, somebody in a
company convinced the person with the money to combine to unlike products to create a better product. To do
that, you have to through the person who works in this department underthis person, etc. Somehow, in this impossible
process, somebody got a delicious snack through. The combination of peanut butter and chocolate. If that isn't a miracle
then I'm changing the definition to fit the case.
As fate would have it this is also, to some extent, my
storytelling philosophy. While I do dislike overly dramatic storytelling where
the main driving philosophy is that life is a negative experience until something magic happens to pick it up, or the character realizes
that everything they thought was wrong, and forces major change into their life. It makes for easy storytelling, and it does
produce some quality stories, but it ain't my cup of tea. I like to talk about life like I talk about my favorite desserts. Which is
the delicate balance of sweet and sour.
Okay, that's enough dime store philosophy for today. If I
send out of here
with any thought it will be this. If one farts into a PA
system, the sound will carry further, but the smell will not.
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