I’m not Mark, but I would like to leave my mark.

You have to understand that there isn’t a physical Mark. You can look from now to doomsday, and there just isn’t a physical Mark.

Mark is a personality essence vapor.

It isn’t that he doesn’t exist, he does. And to prove it, he wrote a whole bunch of books, just like Seth. There, somewhere, on the very first page is the by line.…

Written by Mark Twain.

And just like Seth, Mark became famous. You might say, he left his mark, so to speak.

And it isn’t that you don’t have an image of Mark, cause you do.

Mark always wears white suits like a southern gentleman, and he loves to smoke. He has white Einstein hair, the same consistency of static electricity, with matching untamed moustache. And he speaks his mind.

Mind you.

But hold on to your American Heritage undershorts, cause Mark was an alter ego of Sam.

And you wouldn’t of much liked Sam.

Sam was the original Wally Whiner.

Sam didn’t like anything. And he especially didn’t like physical work.

And Sam was not a good communicator.

So he invented Mark.

Mark was Ilda, so he could tell a good story. Not a true story, because there is no true, just opinion. A good story is much different. A good story is one full of adventure and imagination. A good story is inspiring. A good story is the muse in amusing. A good story travels the email horn and comes back to you like a boomerang.

The only problem with that is that you probably won’t be able to get a job at the Sumafi New York Times.

Some issue with accuracy, I suppose.

Editor