I owe you more comments about Final Theory (getting closer and closer to the end) and Indian Philosophy. A very short introduction. But until the time comes for that, I just wanted to add a short post on a magnificent book by the Spanish writer Miguel De Unamuno. Don Miguel, the good Miguel wrote a plot which even himself couldn’t decide if it was a short story or a novel, so he decided that it was a a “short story-el”, coming from Spanish it’s hard to translat it properly, but it’s supposed to be a mixture between a the story and the novel. The result? A superb piece of literature called Mist in which every thing starts as a regular story for a Sunday afternoon in which the main character falls in love and ends up facing his destiny when he discovers that he’s life is not his, but a piece of work from the author himself. Challenging he’s destiny, the poor guy takes a train to face his creator (Unamuno) and demand for an explanation and a solution for his love troubles. The end… I won’t spoil it for you. Definitely a book to read during a relaxing afternoon.