It's a philosophical, theological, science fiction / fantasy, comedy, satire, essay. Or The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy meets Harry Potter meets Gulliver's Travels meets Groucho Marx meets Ghandi? Wow!
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A fifteen year old boy, gifted in science, with parents who give him everything except affection, goes from a normal, everyday earth-boy existence to encountering a mysterious being, druid priest, monk/historian, the beautiful and matronly Queen Ogaboom, extraterrestrials, a black hole named Fudge, and war-gone Wargons. In the process, he discovers himself, comes to the aid of an embattled extraterrestrial race, and sets right the wrongs he's inflicted on his dimension, thus curing a portion of general, all around, universal angst . . . or does he? Is there more to the story? Will the boy come to the aid of the Queen and her planet Doufear and the universe by stopping the Wargons in their plight to take out thousands of years of built up anger? Will earth survive? Will Doufear? Beta Bot? where the great Augur resides--spiritual healer of the universe. Lots of questions. Little time. Get the book! Before it's too late!
Augustus looked doleful, as if he thought this was impossible. How can humans overcome such an innate selfish nature to the degree of selflessness Diatha described? This was a tall order Diatha was asking for.
“Don’t be afraid of being a leader in this sense,” Diatha said.
Leader, thought Augustus. I’m lucky if I can get out of my own way.
“Many crave to be unique and desirable to their friends and the world, yet these attributes are of a trivial nature and not of eternal substance. These desires are centered on the self and one cannot concentrate on the self for long, for the self is too small an object for perpetual interest. In order to be truly unique one must sacrifice self and time to find and connect to the inner knowing. Here is where you will not only find your true voice, but a universal voice that speaks a common language to all, a voice free of self-want and personal aggrandizement. Freedom of thought will come by connecting to the inner voice. It is not accomplished by listening to those who are self-anointed, those who declare they have your answers. Answers that you seek on a personal level, as well as those universal, can only be found through a one to one conversation with the divine, clear of commotion, spiritual passivity, selfish desire and the world.” Diatha added a nice little combination of flips and trills as he finished his point.
“I understand,” said Augustus, “and find what you have to say of utmost importance, and I’m sure that when one applies what you have spoken, it will be of great benefit to those who do so; however, I must ask, don’t you think that there is merit to the here and now, to the intellect, in obtaining success in personal endeavors, in pushing oneself to perfection in the pursuit of these goals?”
“Improving the intellect,” said Diatha, “one’s ability to reason and expanding one’s knowledge base are of great importance when it comes to taking responsibility for one’s welfare and the welfare of others—emotionally, financially, physically—however, these things are only of temporal or of passing importance. These things are important to our temporal existence, but they are not paramount when considering the complete life. Let me explain,” flip, wiggle, flop, plop.
“Our mind is a very finite instrument. We forget eighty percent of what we read within twenty-four hours. We can only process data in strings of threes and fours. Try looking twice through a series of sixteen unrelated numbers and letters and see how many you recall. Most cannot recall all without error. Even the greatest minds study a lifetime only to understand a small niche in their chosen field. An expert is just that and little else. We are all equal in our infinite ignorance.” Diatha’s thoughts were coming fast and furious. “Think about all the knowledge that exists and is yet to come. What portion of that will man obtain in a lifetime? Go to any library and consider how much you know of all the books within and to what level of accuracy.”
“Our real talent lies in our emotions, our capacity for compassion, understanding, and the ability to heal with a look or embrace where all else has failed. When someone sings a moving song, renders a stirring story, or excites with the promise of love, we are consumed with a desire for life. How many would turn as frequently to a lecture from a scholar or philosopher or a treatise on the understanding of heavenly bodies? It is much more immediate for us to love than it is for us to pull up reams of data and facts and to debate endlessly about true statements that can never be proven so. I refer to your century’s Kurt Godel, a great mathematician, who stated that it is impossible to prove all true statements. Man was given fundamental limitations in his ability to understand and predict for a purpose. He was designed with a superior ability to love not to reason the mind of the divine.”