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--Gopnik, Alison, "Small Wonders," New York Review of Books, May 6, 1999.
--Brecht, Bertolt, "Motto" , trans. John Willett & "Concerning the Infanticide, Marie Farrar", trans. H.R. Hays, Selected Poems Bertolt Brecht, Grove/Atlantic, 1947.

The debate between free will and fate has taken a hard right turn to neuroscience, Brodmann area 4 the primary motor cortex of the brain located in the posterior frontal lobe (the one cut out of the one who once flew over the cuckoo's nest). This area of the cortex has the pattern of an homunculus! a little man, a troll, the all-wise, mandragon, the golem of Jewish folklore. This little man has a that, when fully engorged, is equal in size to his entire body. However, diseases such as Parkinson's, Alzheimer's, Huntington's, Lou Gehrig's and Creutzfeldt-Jakob are gunning for him. His basal ganglia are garbled and he ends up giving poor advice and making bad decisions. Who can say what happens to his soul or cells or if all will be given or well? I was listening to the famous astronomer on public radio who expressed the certainty there is no death, your soul is immortal, it exists outside of time (but not space?). That's because time exists only in the human mind (as does the universe including the professional baseball season which is canceled when you're dead). By Spring, my problems will be solved or ignored, either way is good. "Imagine if we taught baseball the way we teach science. Until they were twelve children would read about baseball technique and occasionally hear inspirational stories of the great baseball players. They would answer quizzes about baseball rules. They would practice fundamental baseball skills, throwing the ball to second base twenty times in a row. Undergraduates might be allowed under strict supervision to reproduce historic baseball plays. But only in graduate school would they, at last, actually get to play a game." --Alison Gopnik Groundhog holds the knowledge of death without dying for man needs help from every creature born. Will the holocaust wipe the smile off the face of our romantic comedy or will laughter outlast the outburst? About the dark times will there be singing? Yes, there will be singing and some of the songs will be sidesplitting. Solving the murder reveals the city. Nature of kinships and economic sustenance, who loves whom and why, when things happened and how they lost and found themselves in what happened. Because a meter-making argument cannot appear from nothingness, purposelessness, just cold. He does not go where he was supposed to go. He is in the desert, Sonoran desert, counting cactus buds and ocotillo blooms. This is the afterlife for which he has always longed.

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