My Snowy Fate

On my walk this morning to procure chicken legs, red wine and bathroom spray, I encountered a gentle snowfall and moderate winds. Neither of these troubled me because I was born in this climate and have returned to it willingly. Fate has assigned me to be cold a few months out of the year, which I suppose is better than being blind or paralyzed on a consistent basis.

As you lay out the framework for Earth 2.0, I hope you'll take a fresh look at bestowing major physical impediments on some people. The only justification, in my view, is that you're making them pay for being nasty in a previous life. I could live with that, as long as it was clear to everyone. But reincarnation is not widely accepted, so many of us are puzzled by these hardships.

While you're sorting that out, I would ask you not to fuss with the weather variations that currently exist on our planet. It makes us northerners anticipate spring, cherish summer and cling to autumn with our entire being. We are alive with promise and joy for much of the year. On the other hand, those who live near the equator wait patiently for a mild breeze, and when it comes they are likely to slaughter a calf and dance outdoors for a week. People all over the world are delighted when the weather changes in their favor. And they invariably thank you. That has to feel good!