propbos

Last night I met with friends for a 'book club'. We read an oldie: Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah by Richard Bach. It deals with our notions of God and self and says everything is an illusion to be overcome. In my mind, it denies any actual reality. Maybe I see it as denying TRUTH. I think there is a perfection. Not many perfections, but one. I'll say this very poorly (meaning I doubt I'll get the idea across), but it's more like Plato's forms. Everything in this world is a shadow of it's 'form' - it's perfection. Each of us is like our 'form' - the perfect person, or god... but none of us achieve it. Bach seems to say that anything goes. Be what you want and it's good. The book seemed to reject the notion of any absolutes - or, as I called it above: TRUTH.

Of course, all of this started coming to me after we broke up. It was Thursday - Irish music night at Ward's (where we had the discussion - and where I generally go on Thursdays to meet the gang). Now I want to get them all together to go into more detail.

Anyone out there ever heard of the book - or maybe are familiar with Bach? He also wrote Jonathan Livingston Seagull.