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  History itself is just a fiction—a fiction with an army. And reality? Reality is a fiction with an unlimited budget. (From TRUST, a novel by Hernan Diaz)   Hernan Diaz’s latest novel is about bonds, both financial and human, life and death, memories and futures...

 There are some novels I’d like to read over and over again. Daniel Kehlmann’s novel “F” is such a book. Sadly, I don’t have the time although I did revisit it again to put this post together. There are five major characters: Arthur Friedland (the father who says he’s...

 It’s year 2190 on Earth, year 40 on Mars.  Mars has been settled by humans from Earth but these initial settlers rebelled against the mother planet, fought and won a war of independence. After ten years of ceasefire, there is an attempt at rapprochement. A group of...

  I hangout in the space between the Three Sisters of the Coastal Range west of Williams and the Sutter Buttes neither of which you can see from Highway 5 because I blur the view confounding freeways, cars and trucks while time waits. Where The Air Is Clear. Where?...

   I am cold white marble. An artist of genius gave me life. I can think and feel. Or so it seems. I cannot speak or move but that is of no concern. Imagination is not bounded by either. I’m not lonely. Solitude or solidarity, Nietzsche or Camus. I'm torn. I prefer...

  The idea that there are truths we cannot know for sure is disturbing to those who want an answer for everything. Kurt Godel was a disrupter. He showed (proved) “that mathematics could not prove all of mathematics.” (see Waiting For Godel by Siobhan Roberts, The New...

 Hiatus: a pause or gap in a sequence, series, or process. Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.Ludwig Wittgenstein Silence is goldenProverb If the Sun & Moon should DoubtTheyd immediately Go out William Blake, Auguries of Innocence  Our last blog...

 NOTE:  At Think in the Morning we are writing and posting a novel, The Frolic Cafe, in real time.  We will edit, add, and subtract from each post as we go so what you read at first may change over time.  This post, The Tigers of Wrath, is a short interlude in the...

 I don’t want to knowWhere we goWhen we die.I just wantTo be alive.To hear theEternal buzz of lifeBe it harmonyOr be it strife.To smell the rainWhether healthyOr in pain.To feel connectedTo the oneOr to the other.To taste the fallWinter springAnd the summer.To see the...

 He was not one to dig up corpses but sometimes they rose from the dead.  When he got a “Friend” request from her, his first thought was to delete it but for some reason he left it in his Notifications.  It kept coming back up every time he logged on like a bad...