Long ago, two friends, together planted a mango tree on a river shore.After years it became a big ree.The travelers sat under the tree to take rest.Time had changed.One of the two frinds killed his companian and hung him on the branch of the mango tree.
Even today the tree is there.And a lot of people visit there to see it.
This combined narrative dialogue and play is about the uncreated, unborn and undying transcendent Self of God-consciousness and Buddha-nature. It describes an odyssey of transcendent Consciousness Awakening and Remembrance.
Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.
