Human Patterns A Structured Exploration of the World, Top to Bottom

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.

Beauty in Art: The Artist’s Alchemy

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Beauty is not a fixed ideal but an alchemical process—a delicate interplay of intention, craft, and audience perception. True artistry demands more than technical skill; it requires vigilance, engagement, and a willingness to explore beauty’s ever-evolving forms. This post examines how artists cultivate that pursuit, shaping the conditions where beauty can emerge and resonate.

The Final Canvas: Fighting for the Future of Art

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Art is not just a craft—it’s the foundation of human imagination, the bridge between generations, and the force that defines our shared story. But as automation threatens to replace creation with convenience, the fight for art becomes a fight for humanity itself. This post explores why artists must stand on the front lines, refusing to let our highest expressions be dictated by machines.

Are You a Self-Watering Flower?

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In today’s art world, many fall into the trap of believing that self-expression alone is enough to grow. But mastery isn’t cultivated in isolation—it thrives on challenge, tradition, and real effort. This post explores the dangers of complacency, instant gratification, and the rejection of artistic foundations, revealing why true growth demands more than just creativity—it requires commitment to...

Art is Human: The Fight to Preserve Creativity in the Age of Machines

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Art is more than an image—it’s the story of effort, struggle, and mastery. As machines threaten to replace the creative process with automation, we must ask: What do we lose when art is stripped of its human soul? This post explores why true artistry cannot be replicated by algorithms and why preserving the human touch in art is essential to our shared story.

Elephantine

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Sometimes, life delivers a message in the most unexpected way. At Salt Lake City’s Hogle Zoo, a father watches an elephant struggle, learn, and ultimately share a revelation that changes everything. But did he really hear what he thinks he heard? This surreal short story explores the weight of unexpected wisdom—and the moment it demands action.

My Robert is Dead!

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A bus stop somewhere in Northern Utah. It’s nearly eight o’clock in the evening and the summer sun is just now realizing that it has overstayed its welcome. A woman, about fifty years old, sits on the bench, scratching her newly styled hair. It’s short, curly, and dyed the color of old blood. A man, who can’t be younger than seventy, shuffles breathlessly to the bench and lowers himself beside...

The Wolf of Wasatch

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Think fast, Destiny. He can’t be more than a hundred feet away. I could keep the rifle and try to force him to take me to a hospital. But I don’t know how to use a gun; I don’t even know how to hold a gun. Even if I managed to shoot him before he came into the tent, I’d be killing my ticket off this mountain. I push the rifle back into its clips on the bottom of the chest. Still, I need to...

Mother

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When my bedroom door is securely locked, I rush to my desk, push my MacBook Air aside, and lift the heavy Olympia onto the desktop. It was considered a “portable” typewriter in 1957, but hulking next to my laptop, it looks about as portable as my desk. That’s okay. I don’t need it to be portable; I just need it to work. Just outside my bedroom door, I hear the joyful shrieks of three children as...

Human Patterns A Structured Exploration of the World, Top to Bottom