{"id":4208,"date":"2012-07-24T06:00:07","date_gmt":"2012-07-24T11:00:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/?p=4208"},"modified":"2012-07-24T06:00:07","modified_gmt":"2012-07-24T11:00:07","slug":"i-have-seen-wonders-untold","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/?p=4208","title":{"rendered":"I Have Seen Wonders Untold"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_4217\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-4217\" style=\"width: 300px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/hale-bopp.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-4217\" title=\"Comet Hale-Bopp\" src=\"http:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/hale-bopp-300x198.jpg\" alt=\"Comet Hale-Bopp\" width=\"300\" height=\"198\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-4217\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Comet Hale-Bopp as it appeared over Boulder, Colorado in 1997. Image borrowed from <a href=\"http:\/\/http:\/\/www.bigkidscience.com\/virtual_tour\/comets.html\" target=\"_blank\">here<\/a>.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>When I was about six or seven years old, I was obsessed with space. I wanted to be an astronaut and travel out of the Earth&#8217;s atmosphere to go to the Moon, to Mars, to Jupiter, or beyond. I wanted to go &#8220;out there,&#8221; where no one else had been. Because it would mean seeing wonders untold.<\/p>\n<p>But for a boy born with brittle bones, the reality of traveling on a rocket would mean being crushed by G-forces my body couldn&#8217;t bear. Becoming an astronaut would never be in the cards for me.<\/p>\n<p>I could never go to space. I would never see a Martian sunset or watch as Jupiter filled the sky from Titan. I would never travel to the stars.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>So I read. I read books about rockets and the men who rode them to glory. I turned to science fiction and read about aliens who visited our world and ships who sang. I moved on to fantasy and read of times and worlds never-before imagined, where dragons lived in peace with man, or where magicians conjured the forces of nature. I read horror and discovered Elder Ones who turned men mad, ghosts that tortured the living, and monsters that devoured flesh.<\/p>\n<p>And somewhere along the way, I decided I could tell those stories too. Not because I was a better writer than those who came before me. But because I had seen things no one else had seen.<\/p>\n<p>I saw horrible monsters in the basement and heard unspeakable terrors from the attic. I listened as a devil whispered in my ear in the dead of night.\u00a0I was visited by beings that watched over me as I slept, then faded into shadows when I awoke.<\/p>\n<p>I watched unexplained lights in the night sky, splitting apart and flying in different directions. I viewed a total lunar eclipse, comet Hale-Bopp, the\u00a0<em>aurora borealis<\/em>, and meteor showers.\u00a0I caught sight of a green fireball shooting through the heavens over Lawrence, Kansas.<\/p>\n<p>I followed a rotating storm cloud as it passed over my apartment building. I smelled ocean breezes from the Atlantic and the Pacific. I tasted the best bacon-wrapped shrimp, so buttery it seemed to melt in my mouth. I touched the St. Louis Arch on a hot day.\u00a0I beheld the beauty of a sunrise, and heard a city come to life.<\/p>\n<p>And I found true love.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t have to leave Earth to see the universe. I only had to open my eyes and see the world for its amazing beauty and the wonders it holds.<\/p>\n<p>This is why I am a writer. Because I have seen wonders untold, and I need to share them with you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I was about six or seven years old, I was obsessed with space. I wanted to be an astronaut and travel out of the Earth&#8217;s atmosphere to go to the Moon, to Mars, to Jupiter, or beyond. I wanted to go &#8220;out there,&#8221; where no one else had been. 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