Synopsis
Music and nature inspire my writings so I traveled extensively during the writing process of this book. I began writing this philosophy treatise at the heart of America by the banks of the Missouri River, where I used to drown myself in the magnificent music of the wilderness when I went on my evening walks. I would stroll solo in the woods and emerge to rest on a bench facing an ocean blue sky, and abysmal thoughts would come to me on their own accord like déjà vus. There, I would sit and sup on the cool evening breeze; and witness our great golden star fall behind the distant red horizon like a sinking ship, and the beatific and tragic sight of that dying day would fill me up with tearful emotions and longing for my ancient past and old friends. In that solitude where a person hears their own thoughts speak loudest, I would dive into a deep ocean of contemplation, and examine the nature of the world like a tyrant beholding an atlas of the world he desires to conquer and know everything about. I would ask myself deep philosophical questions like "if a seed growing into a tree, and a tree growing into a forest is only a brief moment in the history of time, then how much shorter is my life in this world? And if earth is only a dust particle floating in the desert of space, then how infinitesimal am I in the infinite infinities and diversities of nature? Who or what put me in this island called earth? Am I just another artifact in the museum of the universe or am I something higher than a flower or a bird or a crystal?" I would compile thoughts until my thoughts thoughts reach the limit and my mind nearly faints from exhaustion. I read nature and wrote at the park until the moon rose and stars arrived to light up the heaven like an army of glowing fireflies.
Portions of the book were written by the snowy mountain tops of Utah, and at the beaches of Lake Michigan whose pure blue water ebbs away and flows towards the windy metropolis of Chicago. I then traveled abroad to Africa to collect and recollect my thoughts in the primordial Garden of Eden in South Sudan with its billions of birds, animals, and insects chirping, buzzing, squealing, screaming, and singing in the orchestra of life playing in the theatre of Nature. I meditated and contemplated about life by the shores of Lake Victoria, which reflects the white clouds of Uganda s clear sky in its surface like a gigantic mirror on the ground. Then, I went on an intellectual mecca to Europe, visiting intellectualistic sites like the British Library where Marx wrote the most consequential book of modernity. I also went to the British Museum and Oxford University to affirm and confirm the contents of this discourse. The book was actually edited in London. It is called The Future Affects The Past because the subject of déjà vu is the object the other subjects of the book revolve around.
It was premeditated by fate before I was even born that I would script this book. Prior to taking my first breath of life; before my heart beat for the first time in this world, I already wrote this book, and it was a matter of time before destiny made it occur into actuality. Wisely so, I do not call this book my own, because I know that infinity is its source, just like the infinitely ancient and creative Nature is the source of all arts and inventions. Nature has copyright on all things. This book is an avalanche of past and present knowledge; it s a culmination of precedent human wisdom; it s a synthesis of the insights of many books and many minds. I am just a instrument used by greater Nature. Nature is a tremendous bow that shoots arrows from infinite distance away and infinite time ago, and I am only one of Nature s arrows of fire who live to illuminate the dark world of ignorance with philosophical knowledge.
About the Author
Malieth Monydit, who goes by the name of Malik or Tonnerre, is the author of "What Destination Is Time Rushing To?" and "Gods Art Gallery". He is an American of South Sudanese descent who fled Sudan as a child to seek refuge in Cairo, Egypt. In 1996, he migrated with his family to the U.S. to seek asylum near the metropolis of Kansas City, Missouri. Malieth has resided in the Midwest region of America for most of his adult life; although he has traversed the globe extensively: philosophizing by the Niagara Falls of Canada, and meditating about life under the shadows of Utah's snowy mountains, and pondering on human existence inside the dense forests of Fort Leonard Wood in the Ozark region of southern Missouri.
Malieth has searched and researched philosophical matters at the libraries and museums of London and Oxford; and many other temples of learning around the world. Education wise, he holds a Bachelor's degree in Computer Science and a Master's degree in Education. He also took piloting instructions; passing ground school and soloing before abandoning flight school, to focus on writing. He claims to have never sat in a philosophy class in his entire life, and that he is a philosopher of nature by nature.
The author has reflected on the long Shakespearean play of human history unfolding on the world stage, by the sun-gleaming Lake Michigan bordering Chicago, and meditated on nature near the shores of Lake Victoria in Uganda. He inspected the ruins of ancient Egypt by the Nile, Mediterranean and Red Sea; and he has toured the antiquated city of Constantinople [Istanbul] with its black sea which doubles the white full moon and city lights on its dark wavey surface like a mirror on the ground. The writer has examined the nature of the world like a tyrant beholding an atlas of the world he desires to conquer and know everything about. He has studied people, places and times like a tourist seeing the world as an immense museum, and that has enriched his writing(s).
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