Beyond Traditional Literature
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AuthorCaleb Jacobo
I’m a husband, father of five, and lifelong learner with a deep curiosity about how structured thinking can unlock deeper understanding and more effective problem-solving.
For over two decades, I’ve explored psychology, philosophy, technology, art, and faith—seeking patterns and connections across disciplines to build a cohesive, proof-based approach to thinking.
As someone on the autism spectrum, my mind naturally gravitates toward structure, systems, and deep analysis. Writing is how I refine my thoughts, clarify complex ideas, and ensure that insights are not just explored, but demonstrated and made applicable.
This blog is more than just a space for discussion—it is a living system for structured exploration, where creativity, business, philosophy, and personal growth intersect. Every post begins with my own thinking, and while I use digital tools to assist with clarity and organization, the reasoning, insights, and conclusions are entirely my own.
I write to think deeply, connect ideas across disciplines, and provide a structured framework that others can apply to their own work and lives. If that resonates with you, I hope you’ll stick around.
For more on my approach to writing and structured thought, see the About This Blog page.
A dialogue that is not what it seems.
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Prompt: Write a dialogue that is not what it seems. — “I know it, Robin, I just know it,” Nancy said. She stared into my eyes the way she did, begging me to see it. “Now, listen here Nancy,” I said. “This isn’t the first time you’ve thought Adam was up to no good, and each time before, you turned out wrong.” “Stop it! I know what I saw Robin, I’m not crazy!” “I didn’t say you were crazy...
The great beyond.
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Here is a prompt I wrote up this afternoon on the afterlife. Enjoy! — Prompt: The great beyond. — This morning, at nine thirty, on the thirteenth day of December, Juan Baptista succumbed to a week long battle against an infected leg he cut while playing bandidios in the ruins of Oso Oro Mill. Juan lay dried up in a wet bed, laden with sweat, shivering and fading in and out of...
Here is my first image prompt: Amanda and Rebecca.
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Rebecca sucked in a breath of consciousness and pushed herself upright in the dark. “Shoot, what time is it?” “It’s only noon love,” A low purr came from the pillow beside her. “Lay back down, and rest, you don’t need to be at work for hours.” Rebecca giggled. “If it’s noon, why can’t I see you Amanda?” “The sun darling,” Amanda said, “the sun. It’s blinding, give it a moment.” The mattress...
A Bull in Rome
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Here is a sports related prompt for Friday. I based it off of an alleged quote from Julius Caesar. — Prompt: “I would rather be the first man here than the second in Rome.” -Julius Caesar (according to Plutarch) Fallen leaves and scattered branches, the harbingers of winter, littered the dew chilled football field at Heckler High in the crisp evening air of our first practice...
The Essentiality of Individualism in Modern America.
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The results are in!
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I recently sponsored a short fiction writing contest for the members of the AbsoluteWrite.com forums, urging writers to exercise their craft and have a chance to get paid for it. You can check out all the action in detail here, but I wanted to share with my readers, the winning short fiction piece, written by Manuel Royal. The winners were chosen by votes from the community. Here were the...
Two men meet at a corner.
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Here is the second prompt in my holiday series. Enjoy! — Prompt: Two men meet at a corner. — The man was a six foot boulder. He was dark skinned and lightly wrinkled around his full lips. He wore a black knit beanie with several strands of yarn pulled free. The gray sweat outfit he wore struggled to contain the his body, but exposed the coarse black hair on the bottom of his stomach...
What is inside the box?
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Prompt: The Box — The high pitched chink of metal on rock pierced the air. Again. Again. Then, on one especially loud strike, a ray of lamp light flooded the hidden nook. A few more strikes in the same place and the brick crumbled open to a hole wide enough for James to see inside. James lifted his lantern for more light and peered through the hole. “Hang on,” he said. “I...
Some drama and a bit with a dog.
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Prompt: Loyalty — “Borrrruuuungg!” the horns bellowed. “Borrrruuuungg!, Borrrruuuungg!” The trembling air opens my eyes and steals me from the realm of dreamers. No, not the horns, something else, rough and wet against my forehead, then my nose. I cough. “Ack! Enough King Edward, enough!” I push the giant dog’s brown snout away from my face. King...