When I was a little girl and those snow globe thingeys were all the rage for giving as presents to people we don't really know nor care very much about, the very young and very sacrilegious me used to think I was like the snowman/reindeer/santa in the snow globe and God, or at least the god who owns the snow globe within which I was residing, was the one shaking the snow globe to make things like snowflakes or jobs and weekends and stuff happen around me. So there was this world of 'gods', who all with their personal snow globes of people and things and stuff and what happens to the people in the different globes really depends on what their god/owner is like.
If I were a god with my very own personal snow globe for example, I'll probably be calling forth earthquakes and volcanic eruptions and exploding suns and moons and planets every five minutes just for the heck of it, and because I'm evil and whimsical and bored. Some more humane and kinder god-person might call down showers of rose petals upon their inhabitants and populate their snow globe with pixies and fairies. (Lewis Carroll would probably have lots of cats with big wide smiles in his snow globe.)
My faithful Snow Globe believers haven't sacrificed virgin young men and chocolate cake to me the whole of this week. I think I'm going to send some monster to eat them up later.
