We in the good old US of A are really into conspiracies: There was no Holocaust. The NASA moon program was faked. John F. Kennedy was killed by the mafia. Or Fidel Castro. Or the Soviets (before they stopped being the Soviets). You get the picture. We love a plot. A scheme. A complex story. It couldn't possibly be that simple. That stupid. That random that a lone shooter with a warped mind would take out JFK.
Happiness couldn't possibly as simple as giving things away so that you're free to love. Giving it all away. Sacrificing. It all. So that others can live, too. And love, too. Check this out. It's supposed to make you think. Well. It made me think anyway. Advent Conspiracy
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.