Snow: An Allegory on the Meaning of Life: The Secret

About this book

Men of all ages have endeavored to find the meaning or purpose of life. This yearning typically comes as a man matures into manhood, a time when the parents die, children come, and eyes fail. Men typically start their quest for insight on the internet or at the local library. The internet and libraries, which are full of treatises on the subject, have become a communal refuge from what Henry David Thoreau described as lives of quiet desperation. Yet, the books therein, with the notable exception of the Bible, to me somehow all seemed empty and devoid of true enlightenment. I, like many other men, sought the answer by reading literary works ranging from the seven ages of man in Shakespeare’s As You Like It to today’s Freudian-derived pop psychology, without any success. Day after day, my search grew increasingly desperate. I felt compelled to leave behind guidance for my children. It was not until entering the solitude of prayer and personal introspection that I gained insight. My epiphany came one evening while I was looking out the kitchen window, watching snow blowing in the wind, and considering the life of a snowflake.