About the Writer


author2I was born and raised in a middle class family. As a pupil of an Elementary School I had always been a shy and solitary boy, who liked to ponder and fantasize about things. In fact, I spent most of my time pondering, which at times worried my parents. As is generally the case with children, I was prone to external influences. Because my parents converted to another religion, and because I was then raised by my grandfather, an adherent of a different religion, it seemed to me that I was unconsciously being introduced to the different religions, each of which was trying to ascertain the “truth” of their respective teachings, though in different ways. At school, the religious teachings, which were obviously based on beliefs, and the exact sciences, which exposed factual evidence, also added to my confusion. My curiosity about everything, which apparently surpassed that of most of my schoolmates, had also contributed to my confusion. My habit of contemplating things had also made me question the “truth” of the religious teachings. It was not so easy for me to simply take things for granted. For a boy of my age, such an obsession had naturally posed a mental burden. Schooling was no longer a delight to me. At school I had reputedly been known to be one who enjoyed refuting the teachers’ opinions, who would often ask them unusual questions. Some of my friends had even mocked me and nicknamed me “the Professor.”


Questions such as who I am, what actually exists around me, and who is God had always kept nagging at my conscience. My curiosity about these things grew even stronger when I entered Junior High School, and by the time I got to Senior High School it grew so strong that I was no longer able to restrain myself from trying to seek the answers to such questions on my own. Consequently, I spent most of my time reading books in the library. Is it not a fact that only by knowing more about things may one have a greater chance to acquire the answers one is seeking? Month after month, I was absorbed in my pursuit for the easiest and most effective path that would lead me towards my target. So naïve was I that I began to adopt one rather foolish idea: Out of my fear that by storing everything into my brain I might use up all my brain’s capacity, I decided to keep only the “essence” of everything which I had tried to learn to my utmost. To me, all things comprehensible to my mind appeared to be just like sheets of thin, transparent plastic of different shapes laid in a pile so neatly that I could view each and every sheet through the other sheets. I believed that by so doing a lot more of the brain’s capacity would still be there for me to utilize should the time come for me to create something out of all the things that I had implanted in it. Thus, I started with my endeavor to digest the contents of books on such subjects as biology, physics, natural sciences, cosmology, metaphysics, sociology, politics, mysticism, supernaturalism, etc., one after another. I even read books on engineering, advertisement, and cuisines which I considered also to be the essentials of my daily life. So, don’t ask me anything about the titles or the authors of the books I read, because these were just not the kinds of items that I had cared to store in my brain. But, is it possible that it is because of my absurdity of having such a misconception of the brain’s capacity that I have managed to find the easiest path? Could this have been some sort of a “blessing in disguise”?


As said my parents, both of whom had always looked upon me as being a very creative child, in my daily activity I was always seen to be very fond of the “unusual.” Suffice to say other members of my family began to think of me as one who would get great delight from thinking about unusual things and experimenting with them, either as a hobby or for life.


It just seemed to me that I simply couldn’t take all those lessons taught at school to heart any longer. Some of the people I knew had even said that it was only because of luck that I managed to successfully complete my Senior High School. My parents then offered me the opportunity to further my schooling to the highest possible level, according to my heart’s desire, provided that I would do my best in school. However, by that time I had been so much obsessed about my life’s goal, and so much used to seeking knowledge from beyond the confines of classrooms, where I could freely choose to learn whatever I wished to, that I found it difficult to accept their offer. Later, just for the sake of pleasing my parents and to pride myself on being a student, I entered a less popular local university. Certainly this didn’t last long, because I finally chose to quit and set forth to pursue what had then become my obsession. I had all this time been haunted by questions such as who my Creator is, and what will happen to me after my death and whether I should die as a non-adherent of any religion. Anyway, I still hoped that I would one day find a religion to which I could adhere. I then moved from one religion to another. I got confused and disappointed when I heard what they told me about God, his dwelling, and their religious teachings, each obviously different from the other. Where will I go then when I die? Finally, I vowed to look for Him on my own. “God is everywhere, isn’t He?”


        Deep in my heart I prayed: “O, my Lord, please forgive me for making a vow to look for You, but I don’t know what to do. Humbly, I try to come to You through Your creation and through all the laws and rules that You have made for this Universe.”


It became apparent to me that to find God one would need to hold on to the various sciences that we humankind had acquired. It also became apparent to me that if I were to force myself to study even only one particular discipline, not to mention more, to the extent that I would be entitled to a doctoral degree (PhD), I would lose so much of my precious time—never in my lifetime would I be able to master them all. Furthermore, I would then be under so strong an influence of those scientific disciplines, which are primarily based on proofs. This had seemed to me to be unfavorable for my search, in which I had to rely much on my imagination. Wouldn’t it better then for me to simply agree to the findings of the various scientific disciplines and then apply them to my heart’s desire in my journey in search of my Creator? Thus, while studying whatever there is that is relevant to my search I had preferred to work things out outside the confinements of schooling, not only to equip myself with the things that I would need in the writing of my book, but also to ensure that I had not isolated myself from the outside world. I would, therefore, start my search for Him from His creation, that is, the contents of the universe. Encouraged by the praises that I had oftentimes been receiving from my mother, who had always looked upon me as being a highly imaginative and creative child with a critical mind, and equipped with a brain now enriched with various knowledge of things I set forth to seek my Creator. As a starting point of my search, I tried to create some assumptions as to where those ideas about God had come from. Then I chose to look into those contents of the universe, which while they are made of the same basic materials, have been seen by many as inanimate objects, despite the fact that they have power and continuous movements within them. Thus, it was here where I would begin my exploration. Backed by my conviction that all the things that make up the contents of the universe are interrelated, not only with each other but also with “something ABSOLUTE,” I managed to determine the course that I would be taking in my search for God. I also concluded that I would use natural sciences as a guide that would lead me to my destination. Then, all I had to do was to decide which method to adopt that would be most effective in this search. I then decided that I would just try to develop my own imagination of the various possibilities that might have occurred, view them from different perspectives, and link them to the various existing facts. To put it another way, I decided to adopt the scientific imagination approach, which would be supported by logic and based on facts. I have always had the belief that any forms of imagination, if proven to have a lot of relationship with the various existing facts, are likely to be very close to being accurate. It is thus by firmly holding on to this belief that I started my journey. During this time I kept praying to God that He show me the path that would lead me to Him and endow me with both physical and spiritual strength so that I would be able to fulfill this expectation of mine, the expectation of mankind, and the expectation of my God. By so doing, I hoped that I would be able to relieve the feelings of guilt that I might have should it later turn out that God considered me as having gone astray. I had kept pleading for His guidance, even before I started my journey, hadn’t I?


Every day, I would carry in my pocket some pieces of paper and a pencil, with which I would jot down all the things that I came across wherever I went. It, however, turned out that my journey was not as easy as I had hoped it would be. I had to work hard to differentiate between feelings and rationale. I had no intention of letting the traces of any impressions left by the religions that I had once embraced influence me. Obviously, the further away my journey took me, the greater were the differences between my views and those of the views of the religions that had once impressed me. However, though what I managed to obtain through my rationale was extremely true, I still had an immense feeling of disappointment. The God who I had originally thought would act as our parent, a healer of all diseases, and a solver of the various problems of humankind was just not to be found. Eventually, by 1978 apathetically I gave up my search. It seemed to me that whatever I had attained would just be gone at my death later, just the way it had happened to all the other processes that had been taking place in this universe.


Approximately 20 years passed...then there was a time when conflicts arose between the followers of the different religions around me. As a man of Chinese descent living in a country in south-east Asia, Indonesia to be precise, I was certainly strongly affected. The incident took me back to the vow that I once made before my God. “Why do I have to give up all that I have been doing, and abandon whatever things that I have obtained, just because they are not what my heart desires?” I thought. Thus, I began my second journey in the attempt to complete what I had once started earlier. It was here that I found something “extremely extraordinary.” With this discovery I should say that we human beings should realize how lucky we are that we have been blessed to be part of Him. Our status as such implies that whatever happens to us He will always be with us. And even after our death later we will always be together with Him “in eternity.”


However, convinced as I am about what I have found out and about it being very close to accuracy, I am always in a position to open myself to all other possibilities that may emerge and that are beyond my reach. That is why in order to achieve objectivity I have intentionally had the book “The Absolute Enormous Unity” published so as to obtain the public’s opinion on the whole idea presented in it. The book contains the various fruits of my thought, though I have to admit that, as one that is intended to be Holistic in nature, it is extremely short. As a new-comer in the world of writing, I have certainly found it not an easy task to deliver to the public what I have in mind and how I feel about it. And as it so happens, in my attempt to further develop its contents I came across a niche that seems to promise continuing peace to mankind. This is a niche wherefrom I, like many of those scientists, have come to be aware of the misconceptions of time, and wherefrom we are expected to be able to see things more in terms of their “condition.” With this as the point of departure we shall, by looking at our own condition in greater depth, be made to better understand each other. This, it is hoped, will in the long run will lead to continuing peace. This is what the books “The Deceptive Nature of Memory,”  “The Omniscience of Memory” and “Paradigm for Peace” are all about.