From the 1st page of my book but now I see"
The novel follows the adventures of a man who goes off in search of himself and the truth behind the veil of lies. I realize that I am presenting a view that is going to be, not only hard to swallow for most, but will garner ridicule from the usual suspects, but hopefully, some will find it thought provoking.
Preface
Slamming into the boundaries of reality had fast become a way of life for him. He could not see any way he might return to a “normal” life. Then again he didn’t see any point in it either. His former life smacked of mediocrity; a slow, futile slide toward oblivion - oblivion of mind, body and spirit. Most people he knew, even the best and the brightest, could only hope to push the envelope of reality a little. They had no idea of the potential for creativity and wonder outside the box of status quo thinking. Very few, if any, knew they were stuck in a lie so grand and so old that the origins of it had been lost for hundreds, possibly thousands, of generations.
Those who knew anything at all were not willing to risk their lives by openly stating that the life we have been living is an illusion created by lunatics. To expose the secrets so closely guarded from the masses for many millennium would bring down the wrath not only of the deluders but of the deluded as well.
Those in control did not want us to know the truth of our existence, although, by this time this information was becoming widely available. The veil of deception had grown so thick and putrid the controllers had little to fear of universal exposure both of their identity or the truth. (In fact, what they thought they knew was only a shadow of what was once known by their ancient predecessors. They had succumbed to the darkness and stench of their own closely guarded secrets, which rotted in their souls like filet mignon and caviar in their constipated colons.)
Most people had been kept in the dark for so long that if someone were to attempt to wake them from their slumber they would probably turn on them and burn, crucify, stone or hang them (or possibly all four) as a heretic. After all, isn’t our history strewn with the corpses of messiahs and prophets?
The novel follows the adventures of a man who goes off in search of himself and the truth behind the veil of lies. I realize that I am presenting a view that is going to be, not only hard to swallow for most, but will garner ridicule from the usual suspects, but hopefully, some will find it thought provoking.