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The Spring Was Saved

I've always been fascinated by springs. 

All sorts, in watches, screen doors, and the sort attached to garage doors. They help us tell time, automate our activities, or lessen the effort it takes to complete a task.

One of my earliest and favorite was a toy that came in a cardboard box, the Slinky. My first one was steel, with the ends attached to the main spring with a metal clip, so children didn't spear themselves on the sharp metal. Later, I had plastic varieties, often purchasing them for children's party favors, one to a child.

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The Falls, OldMex, and the Canadian Monarchy

Climate change is the buzzword of the day. 

Yeah, even in the real world, we scrabble about the changes brought on by man's interference in the natural order of our world's weather pattern.

We clear cut the rain forest, and we get global warming. Fossil fuels threaten to tip us over, also, or will we double-tip into an ice age? We've seen that movie, The Day After Tomorrow, whose premise is that global warming will trigger such a catastrophic weather shift that an ice age will devour much of the world as the earth tries to balance the extremes of our human interference. (If you haven't seen the movie, what are you waiting for? Who wouldn't want to watch New York flooded by a tidal wave of immense proportions, then have the flood freeze the buildings into a block of ice? Pretty cool, in my opinion.)

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The Blank Table

The lights are glowing, and still the table is blank.

On p 202, things have changed. The fire dragons are ominously missing. No one attends the table. "Its surface shifted, with colors upon colors creating ever-shrinking points of light. Slowly, oh so slowly, they began to look like star systems, then clusters, then galaxies."

The very viewpoint of the cosmos was shifting. The fire dragons were no longer in control. As the text states, it was "a universe run amok." The fire dragons could no longer use the table to direct the dreams of creatures far across the universe in the hope that they would create an avenue of forward motion for creatures too inept to do anything except be a parasitic boil upon the rest of creation.

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Nikolai Borovsky

Old people sometimes forget what it's like to be young.

And being young is special. Of any age a person can be, there is no better choice than seventeen.

Sure, it's great to be a child. When we're younger, say eight or ten, our problems, while monumental at the time, are very much focused on us. We don't worry about world peace, the impact of pollution on the ozone layer, or whether suicide bombers are awaiting us at the airport. There are no problems the trusted adults we look up to can't handle, and we know, we just know everything will be right with the world when we open our eyes each morning.

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That's How You Do It

"That's how you do it!"

That's what Slate says to the kid when they're at the Burning Crevasse. He slams the hand of his mining suit into the ground, and the heat-stressed rock shatters. Then rock and dust fly through the air as he whips the hardline cable from the rock-encrusted soil.

Slate didn't choose to come to Purgatoria because he loved the scenery. As fantastic as the Crevasse was, and as amazing as it was to walk effortlessly across the planet in a giant, metal suit, he was running from his past.

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Living in a Skyscraper

Dang, those mining units are massive!

Think of it. Each one's the size of a 10-story building.

What else is the size of a 10-story building? A giant iguana? Ha! Only in a Japanese Godzilla movie, or King Kong, maybe. Yeah, that's it. 

Except.

King Kong in 1933 was only 24 feet tall. Not exactly overwhelming. I mean, that's big, but a real monster? Hardly.

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The Spinning Dials

It's been quite a year in the world that revolves around The Wheel. As an author, I feel as though I'm living in Slate's world. Things spin, then they're different, and I can't seem to get my footing back. In Chapter 39, we read, "Stabilize the draft field." No such luck. The priest - one bar only - says, "The sensors can't pin down his location."

Apply this example to your own life. You'll find you're more like Slate than you suspect. You wake up one morning, and you've got a marriage, or too many houses, or your house is being repossessed. Maybe you've lost someone in an accident. Whatever, the world's different - and without warning. You can no longer pin the world down, because it's not what it's supposed to be. It's not what it was yesterday, and you're lost.

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Liquid Fire

Yeah, liquid fire. We've all seen it, flames that flow with viscous intent, coming our way to burn us to the center of our being. 

Liquid fire doesn't have to be actual fire. Our spouse, one more betrayal, and then it's slapped in our face. Yeah, liquid fire. Or one more slight by our boss, bypassing us for promotion once again. How can this be happening? It's our career we're talking about, not some fly-by-night moment that no one cares about. Sheesh!

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Lima Niner

It's Purgatoria, the hellish world where humanity can only exist in specialized suits made of iron.

Ironmen, after a fashion. Yet not, either. The Marvel hero is almost super human, his suit, anyway. Not Lima Niner. He's just a guy out to earn a buck, and wearing a massive metal suit is the way to do it. Showing up for work, taking a shower afterwards, hanging out with the guys and the gals afterwards.

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The Dark Mirror

Find a mirror and step through. Find a second and the steps become two.

Catchy phrase. I find myself returning to the mirrors in The Wheel over and over, fascinated. I wake at night, and in my dreams, I've been there, just on the other side, the darkness my mirror, and my dreams the world just beyond the glass.

Does the mirror of our dreams require darkness? Or do our dreams bring on the darkness?

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God's Finger

In a movie (based on a book) several years back starring Shia LeBeouf, the main character had to escape a horrific detention camp in Texas. Ironically, the camp was at Green Lake, which was really a desert. His destination for eventual escape? A mountain called God's Thumb.

God's Thumb. What a name. Yet, in The Wheel, someone somewhere is rewriting the future of the Universe with the touch of a finger.

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