Koontz

I've been reading and thinking a lot about the weird twists of fate. The somberness of fate, not only dark and depressing, but sometimes terrifying. I don't believe that anything is written in the stars, or that fate is what shapes us. Nor do I believe that we shape our own fate. I believe that "fate" is something that we shape for those around us by the choices we make for them.

Koontz, in his books, talks a lot about some pretty strange stuff. Nanotechnology, mechanical physics, the parallel universes we create by the choices we make within our lives. In all honesty, some of that stuff scares the shit out of me. BUT, no more do those ideas scare me than the thoughts of a higher power who chooses whether we live in paradise or hell when we die.

Sometimes my mind races with the thoughts of the perfect murder, as would any good suspense writer's mind. My conscience forbids the act of murder, as it does for most people, because of the fear of someone else's judgement on me, as well as my judgement on myself.

Now, I'm not saying that I'm thinking about murdering someone. I am simply stating that in the stories that I've been reading and the shows and movies that I have seen lately, someone has had more than enough time to elaborate on these thoughts, write them down, and portray them, without the severe action of consequence. This is very much like dreaming. What troubles me are the actual dreams that follow. The thoughts that they insue.

America is all on a rampage about the children these days. Protect them from certain TV shows and movies; protect them from particular songs; protect them from punishment; and protect them from consequences of their actions. We let them think as freely as an adult; let them choose whether they fail or succeed; let them choose to go to school or not. America needs to rethink some things, in my opinion. But then, who am I but a generous contributor to this chaos?

From action comes reaction. The books and movies that frighten me, cause me to think of the worse scenarios and to rethink my own actions. The children cause me to cringe and make an attempt to tighten up in my own parenting practice. The society in which we live today causes me to be saddened by the choices of those around me.