Philip K Dick: The Man Who Stopped Time And Remembered The Future
Science Fiction novelist Philip K. Dick left an indelible mark on modern pop culture and Hollywood. But he is more than a creative visionary, he is also a prophet and a time traveler. He have foreseen the human colonization of moons and planets,human cloning,rise of artificial intelligence,genetic modification,time travel and a massive alien invasion before his death in 1982.
Philip K Dick realizes that modern scientists especially physicists would call him a charlatan because of his otherworldly and pseudoscientific claims, he promotes his unique worldview as a useful tool for his explanation concerning the difficulties of man to comprehend how reality works and why time is illusory.
Dick cites many strange otherworldly experiences that plunged him back to the time period of the Book of Acts. His novels like Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said, VALIS and A Maze of Death, contained surprising parallels during Biblical times and his own life. All these experiences are compiled in his posthumous bestselling book The Exegesis of Philip K Dick.
The Truth About The 2-3-74 Visions
Philip K Dick possess hypergraphia or an intense driving compulsion to write he wrote 44 novels and 85 short stories, he also wrote extensively about Eastern mysticism,gnosticism,theoretical physics,philosophy, and history. It is also interesting no note that on 1944 he was diagnosed with schizophrenia, and suffers from extreme vertigo, depression, agoraphobia and claustrophobia. Was Philip K Dick a modern day prophet or just a madman? Philip K Dick might be diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia but his unique world view predicted many facets of modern living. Like our modern day reliance to technology and the dangers of postmodernity. And his legacy lives on.
Some notable quotes by Philip K. Dick
“What if our universe started out as not quite real, a sort of illusion, as the Hindu religion teaches, and God, out of love and kindness for us, is slowly transmuting it, slowly and secretly, into something real?”
What is real? Because unceasingly we are bombarded with pseudo-realities manufactured by very sophisticated people using very sophisticated electronic mechanisms. I do not distrust their motives; I distrust their power. They have a lot of it. And it is an astonishing power: that of creating whole universes, universes of the mind. I ought to know. I do the same thing. It is my job to create universes, as the basis of one novel after another. And I have to build them in such a way that they do not fall apart two days later.
The authentic human being is one of us who instinctively knows what he should not do, and, in addition, he will balk at doing it. He will refuse to do it, even if this brings down dread consequences to him and to those whom he loves. This, to me, is the ultimately heroic trait of ordinary people; they say no to the tyrant and they calmly take the consequences of this resistance. Their deeds may be small, and almost always unnoticed, unmarked by history. Their names are not remembered, nor did these authentic humans expect their names to be remembered. I see their authenticity in an odd way: not in their willingness to perform great heroic deeds but in their quiet refusals. In essence, they cannot be compelled to be what they are not.