We can only see to the horizon....

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As I write this at 8:30 on Monday morning, those whose livings are made by telling stories about what might happen to people they don’t know are having a bad day. Story compounds upon story, and the sky is falling.

In other news, it’s a beautiful Spring morning, and those who do normal jobs, working with people they know, are going about their day.

We are all going to be affected by the collateral effects of the Madness of King Donald. The degree to which we are affected, though, is likely to be a function of the stories we are part of. The more ephemeral it is, the more it is based on stories; the less we know those with whom we share the story, the more uncertain we will be.

“Those who do not have power over the story that dominates their lives, power to retell it, to rethink it, deconstruct it, joke about it, and change it as times change, truly are powerless.”

―Salman Rushdie

Depending on stories and people who exist over our social horizon has become a…