from an infinite quantum environment retaining its connection to
other potential universes. Through observation (what you see is what
you get), it is possible to travel to other times in many worlds.
This book is about that vision, transformation, and crossover; the
persistence of mind (M), and the role and nature of God. It is a
metaphysical, philosophical, and theological adventure
into worlds more curious than Alice’s, and way more empowering. The
energizing pair are more pixie wise than Father Brown, and more
always-a-jump-ahead than Alan Watts. Hey, Jack’s a rabbit! and friend
Gray’s a natural nut-buster.
postmodern nephew. Grand as that gentleman was, Jack’s got him beat,
because this book is kid brother to the author’s more “grown up”
(Very Serious) Deconstructing Zen and other works. Come one, come
all, to his playground.
And why Deconstructor pities those thinking the purpose is
philosophical, literary, or political agenda. Go through the tunnel
to find the ballpark’s secret diamond and elegant dance, and listen
to Lady Bluebird. Learn what the gym tells about your wheel of
body-mind. The Woman on the bike gets it! She so well shows Jack and
Gray how it’s done that you, too, may fall for her.
find,” but there’s no missing the most Flower since Little
Prince. Along the way you’ll meet relatives and neighbors, and get
more out of Margarita than Jimmy Buffet ever has. You’ll meet Shiva
and Punchinello, Higgs and the Ferryman. In the oak grove of a
different forest, you may hear Elie Wiesel’s rebbe, the one who knows
“only the story” and that “this must suffice.”
to the other shore. Just don’t rush it, as I did first time through.
(Gorging on rich nourishment yields indigestion.) Take it easy, one
bite at a time. It won’t ever wear out, and you’ll be in great company. “
Stephen M. Johnson
Jack and Gray went inside [the museum]. “Where are the mummies?” they inquired.
“Over there in the Egyptian Hall,” pointed the guard.
“These long boxes with faces are weird,” observed Gray. “Where are the bodies?”
“Shriveled and gone,” answered a guard. “There’s only a few left around the world, but people flock to view them.”
“Why?” asked Gray.
“Because they don’t understand.”
“What’s that odd shaped eye near the face?”
“The wedjet eye.”
“Isn’t it looking the wrong way?”
“No, the wedjet eye looks into the corners of the world. That’s why it stares parallel to forward and backward. It sees through time.”
“Making life and death meaningless,” deduced Jack…
University, New Jersey. His published works include metaphysics,
poetry, inter-disciplinary studies, and literary criticism.
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