I Once Saw an Aristotle

I've been dreaming a lot lately. This morning I awoke with an old, faint memory. I remembered the public library my mom used to take me to back in Oregon. It had three floors (including the basement). I include the basement because that's where the kids' section was. We'd walk out of the rain and the swaying pine trees into the silence of the books within. In the basement, I remember learning for the first time the difference between 'Fiction' and 'Nonfiction'. Fiction meant stories - and Non...