Second Collection of Essays and Commentary on the nature of being. The Collection is subtitled: The collection is subtitled: An Inquiry into the Nature of Being.
INHOUSEPRESS presents the Second Collection of Kapuscinski’s recently updated essays. As in the First Collection, the author delves into diverse ancient scriptures, as well as into the latest scientific discoveries.
Stanislaw Kapuscinski, (aka Stan I.S. Law), architect, sculptor and prolific writer, demonstrates his unique perspective on subjects as diverse as Reincarnation, The Question of Suicide, Spirit, Miracles, The Atheist, Antichrist, Zen and the Bible, Heaven, Tithing, Fundamentalism, The Devil, and many others. This collection helped the author to develop his philosophy, which becomes apparent in more than a dozen of his novels.
Complete list of essays can be viewed at http://stanlaw.ca/br2.html
The collection is available at http://inhousepress.ca/#ebooks (through PayPal for $7.00) or by contacting editor.inhousepress.ca
Excerpt
FOREWORD
It has been said that an evergreen song is one that you think you have heard before. You can’t quite put your finger on as to where or when, but it sounds, or seems to sound, so familiar. So it is when one rediscovers Truth.
None of us have a monopoly on Truth. All we can do is try to remember when or where we heard this familiar tune before. And we all have heard it. It lingers latent in our individual, perhaps even racial memory. It touches us in our dreams, in our inexplicable desires, yens, sometimes in a feeling of unsatisfied hunger. When we remember a little better, we begin to feel a longing, homesickness, rather like Jack London’s The Call of the Wild. Only our longing is not for the wonders of nature but rather for that which frees us from fetters, from irons of limitations which we all, at one time or another, have imposed on our wings. We want to fly, to taste the freedom, which only Truth can give us.
Whatever we read, hear, espy, we cannot accept, absorb, make it or own, unless the echo of that which we hear is already reverberating within us. We do not really learn from others. We do not really accept other’s philosophy, nor other’s religious convictions. We all tend to our gardens, to our own tiny universes, and we hope that, now and again, we shall see or hear from somewhere a word of encouragement. This slap on the back comes from finding, perhaps reading, a confirmation of what we have long suspected. Yet until we do read it, we feel lonely, uncertain. Then, finally, we come across someone who thinks in a similar vein, formulates or recognizes a vision of Truth, which heretofore has lain hidden from our timid eyes.
Yet the Truth can only come from within. The best I can hope for is to offer a verbal form, a semantic, linear expression of that which you have long suspected.
My efforts, essays, will be neither symphonies nor sonatas, but rather little airs, forgotten melodies, which I hope will strike a resonant note in your heart. I do not attempt to impress your intellect. Intellect calculates, the heart––feels. If you do recognize some melodies, don’t be surprised. The Truth is One. And if any of my chords strike harmony within you, it only means that you and I found a way of looking at It from a similar vantage point. And what is more important, you will know that you are no longer alone.
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