Prologue
When I cast a glance in every direction of heaven during a clear night of a nice spring ...;
over my head, beyond the horizon, beyond the moon across the bright Venus and into the
stars beyond the dark sky, I can’t suppress my astonishment, my respect and veneration for
the majestic substance underlying all these. The process of simple and free contemplation
observing this wonder ends up with some sort of bliss and gratification that I belong to all
this substance as a conscious part of the whole. This was the feeling, with which I was
always overwhelmed, one spring after another, while I was spending my holidays in the
island of Crete- Greece, which replaced for a decade the roots of my ancestors; Ethiopia,
where I was denied the pleasure to inhale its ether or set a foot on. Crete was my strange
area, my new space, where I was wandering around up and down hill to shed some tears for
my unconscious past; where I was troubled with sorting out my bewildered present; where,
after the ideology and the purpose of life I used to have, had shattered, I was left alone by
kin and friend, deep in the darkness of my unknown future, with nothing spiritual,
confronted by fate to search for my truth, wondering why and for what ultimate purpose my
life has taken the insane path it chose.
Every time I was attracted during my holidays to Crete –Greece, I was sharing my passion
with the dark sky above me, across the hill over the village of Paradiso with its twinkling
stars and their twins in the Mediterranean See, to understand, what is behind all this. A
mysterious area, as I always felt during my sojourn, where the philosophy of humanity has
its cradles and the souls of the mighty philosophers are perhaps still observing us with their
accustomed tolerance, while we are still staggering and stuttering in search of our destiny.
Isn’t it a miracle that all these bright stars, heavenly and celestial bodies don’t move astray
and descend upon us; that the sun doesn’t deny shining one day in the morning, that the
moon never misses its path and that they all don’t sprinkle in various directions in bundles
of energy from beyond and threaten our beautiful nature. Everything hovering over me,
behind me and all over; they all seem to follow and obey their governing laws and take
their own course and enjoy their existence. Whence comes then the arrogance to believe
that we humans make the exception to entertain a notion, that we don’t obey any laws of
which we are unaware? Why should we make the exception just because we are endowed
with the special and beautiful nature of mind, called Reason and Logic, which can have its
origin in nowhere other than all this substance around us? This is especially true at least for
the fortunate, who has a Faith of some sort or other, a source of somewhat and some sort
somewhere over there or over here. Whatever the origin, I am not interested in any of the
discussion on the so called “Design or Not”, which appears to be the “philosophicalreligious” agenda of the day in the west, which in my opinion is only a question of the
sovereign individual. My point here is only a belief that there must be a governing natural
law for our social reality similar to the non-conscious material reality of nature, on which
no one so far doubts and our science is today full of.
We are all endowed with the Mind, which manifests its high vitality with Reason and Logic,
when it urges for sublimty and feels itself at its height. History has