A molecular biologist examines death and the human fear of it, drawing on theories of relativity and quantum mechanics to challenge accepted concepts of time and the afterlife. Reprint.
A stupendous exploration of human consciousness that I could not put down. It energized me both spiritually and intellectually. This is a keeper that I intend to read again and again so that I don't forget its thesis and import. It is an absolute loss to academia and science that this author passed away so early in life... oh what more he could of told us!
Most of the time I was spellbound by the voice of this book. Phrases I want to keep in a box to touch and look at later. At some point I was shaking my head and wondering how I ever thought this was a good book, such obvious false logic. And then found myself spellbound again by the beauty of it. Maybe have to read it again.
A difficult read where I spent much of my time trying to wrap my head around the last paragraph but when things clicked it really is clear how well-written this book is.
Different to many of the other ‘academic’ books I’ve read as this had a more personal hint to it, the author also is just talented at making these larger than life points coherent for someone who isn’t a genius. It’s also not a science book as it delves into spiritually & philosophy in ways I understood clearer than when a Quantum physics diagram was on the page
The beginning of the book promised a hopeful ending to a discussion on death & the fear of it, and it made good on that promise.
An articulate exploration of death (and our fear of it) by delving into science, psychology and ancient spiritual wisdom. Beautifully written by a great thinker.
An interesting book. Much that is credible and thought-provoking. I can't meet Reanney in his more rapturous sections on the preeminence of 'selfish' genes and all-conquering DNA, but his premise that current human consciousness is no more than a stage on an evolutionary journey, the further reaches of which are no more imaginable to us than our own consciousness would have been to a flatworm, seems right.
Reading this alongside Iain McGilchrist's The Matter With Things made for intriguing cross-fertilisations and tensions.