“Dissolving “

“After the waves spent themselves against the sand, the lazy whitewater spume formed crescent shapes, which overlapped like paint blobs on an artist’s palette, some superjacent, some underneath. As I lost my sense of a separate self, a physical form with a so-called mind contained in that shape, my soul flowed out, spreading, deliquescing, and merging with these entrancing natural apparitions which my sense portals had conjured up. For I knew full well that there was no outer world of “reality” to marvel at just as there was no boundary defining a “me” to act as the marveler.  I was only consciousness, wrongly imagined as contained within a body of known dimensions, only consciousness improperly conceived as a mind, as the software and data associated with some sort of continuous computational machine with an incomprehensibly complex neural network known as the human brain. And the external world was shaped and colored by the projections of my illusory, limited self and its undependable input ports called the five senses.”

Richard Maddox

Richard Dietrich Maddox's writing focuses on the search for permanent happiness, the goal of finding paradise on earth, the attainment of human Enlightenment. His work, though fiction, attempts to convey the profound spiritual Truth passed on to humanity by Enlightened Masters. Maddox approaches spiritual wisdom from a Western level of experience, presenting characters to whom readers can easily relate, offering situations in which readers might well have found themselves. His work offers, in a style which those living in the West will find understandable, the possibility of blissful existence.

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