We are living in strange times when President Trump compliments New York Governor Cuomo and California Governor Newsom.
I guess it takes a world-wide pandemic that brings us all together.
Fishing for Light was really my first novel, not Bobby’s Socks. Written eons ago, I let my imagination run wild and I wondered if someone or a group wanted to take over humanity without firing a single bullet – how would that predicate happen? I had the book published for giggles and never thought the planet would experience a real pandemic. I chose coffee as my invading source… Starry Eyed Coffee Huts and Ms. Prosperina. (She’s a chimera – google chimeric genetics)
So, genetically alter the food we eat, the water we drink and the air we breathe.
Easy enough to understand by watching or reading today’s news. Right?
The story, cloaked by genetic mutations and Greek mythology, was about a young man, Edward Wilcox. He was trying to figure out his life after his father died suddenly from a heart attack.
But Eddie had no way of knowing that he was a chosen child, he was special and Professor Quan had made a magic genetic dust sprinkled over his lips by Captain Lovins early one morning when he was an infant. It was a genetic booster shot. But then the trauma of his father’s death had altered Eddie’s gene expression and sent him into mediocrity.
What happened to Eddie’s destiny?
Ask yourself a simple but complex philosophical question. What is the most powerful human emotion?
IF we love one another, we are harnessing mankind’s most powerful emotion.
I think and I feel there is a power beyond us all that we cannot possible understand.
Ask yourself another question, what is the light of the world?
In part, I think our individual journey’s are to go fishing for that light.
RCH (Nathaniel Sewell is my pen name. And I write for fun.)