posted on February 21, 2017 at 11:20 pm

i and ii and i

a guy in china

tim earnshaw sent me his book

a brilliant rumination on who I actually is

and what is time

and all that kind of thing

the book is set in the present tense

its funny its sad its sobering

its philosophical  and eventually touches on the buddha himself

asking the questions

what is all this stuff?

who am i?

what is the true nature of the past and the future?

earnshaw is the observer the observed and the observation

we spend an endless second with him in a continuous moment

on a train of thought

as he brilliantly dissects time with his razor of reason

he searches for the me yet fails to locate it

everything is perspective and we are all deluded

its true

buddha would have called it maya

but time is not what we think

in fact it is nothing

only willed into existence by humans

as the joke goes:

as a way to stop everything from happening at once

the book is a paradox

its nihilistically hopeful

its not some dry old bit of academic jargon either

its eminently readable and entertaining

many wont get it though

but it was certainly right up my alley i tell you

very  grateful he sent it to me

easily one of the very best books ive ever read

his use of language is impeccable

he points out lots of tiny details youve probably never noticed

he connects up numbers and words and ideas you thought had no connection

all the time he addresses you the reader

you can hear the voice in his mind as it dictates this book to him right now

much beyond that i cannot describe this marvellous volume

a real treat that you’ll enjoy as well as making you think

9 and a half stars out of ten for this baby


6 Responses to “book review I by tim earnshaw”

  1. avatar
    andy | 22 February 2017 at 12:39 am #

    thanx for the heads up on this one slim
    will check it out…………..

  2. avatar
    Cocoamo | 22 February 2017 at 5:58 am #

    Sounds like an amazing mind
    Though you are no slouch yourself
    when it comes to minds, my friend.

    So time is the liquid
    In which events and beings dissolve into solution?
    But the solution remains mysterious.

    Will have to get that book.

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania (now in Cocoa Beach)

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    Ingrid | 22 February 2017 at 5:45 pm #

    Being one who constantly is ponders the paradox of time, would certainly like to read this.

  4. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 23 February 2017 at 4:14 pm #

    “Bout time you realized you are a specialty. There is no one like you. Spend your life worryin bout whatcha coulda been. Can’t you like being you?” ~ Mr Howard Jones

  5. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 23 February 2017 at 5:41 pm #

    I’ve heard somewhere something like the poet at his best is only when it is painful. I forget the exact wording they used. An interesting tale about poetry is the “mirror and the mask” by Jorge Luis Borges. A bit dark. My all time favourite by him is “a weary mans utopia”. Awesome very rare tale. Begins….”utopia is a greek word for a place that does not exist”. Rather dark as well but not completely. When I used to take walks about town looking up at the stars I remember that weariness. The whole universe is right here on earth. I believe that anyway. Ain’t no life out there. It’s all here. And I believe in UFOs aliens reptilians the whole bit. It’s inter dimensional not inter planetary or galactic. Fallen angels n serpents n crap. They’re afraid of two words…..Jesus Christ. I don’t mean to sound like a preacher. Heaven forbid. It’s just what I gather. “Everything’s true. How can I assure you”. Basically these reptiles read minds and have saucers that can do tricks in the sky and yet they’re still terrified of the man on the tree. It’s a bizarre world. I honestly don’t know if I need surrealism anymore. It’s all surreal. I still gotta have the wherewithal to drive my car. Lol. All the best SK!

  6. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 27 February 2017 at 1:54 pm #

    The more I see the less I look. The more I look the less I smile. The persistence of memory. Time is the biggest killer of them all. It wipes out armies gold rings the whole bit. But nothing’s been lost. Even though wouldn’t it be nice to be on your side. Grass is always greener over there. You don’t know bad I got it. You got it easy you don’t know when ya got it good. And if the stars are filled with life it’s as pretty as cock roaches in a garbage heap. If science has proven everything it’s as true and established as satans greatest lie. I leave you with love story by DeChirico. A greek face and a ball to play with and a giant glove with good hues all around. We never asked for more. They just gave it to us because they didn’t fit our shoes to walk in them right. God bless you from a mute named kevyn. And just like the rain I’ll be always fallin yea…. Only to rise n fall again!

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