During this pandemic, I keep reflecting on the opening lines of Charles Dicken’s A Tale of Two Cities: It was the best of times and the worst of times. The words suggest that fate has a fickle side. For example, thieves might be happy that wearing a mask in public is acceptable.
Many times I’ve noted a large gap exists between what our brain tells us about the world and truth. My novel Trompe l’Oeil is a study of that gap – the difference between appearance and reality. Even so, we infinitely small creatures of a small planet among billions of galaxies
I’ve said nothing about the tragedy unfolding in the Middle East and the refugees who are fleeing from almost certain death. What have I to contribute to the discussion? Failed solutions of the past are already being revisited. We can harden our hearts to the misery, as Isra