Mystikos

The title of this book means mystery, the mystery of existence itself and of our experience, which, at its most profound, is indescribable. The author explains that he is a rationalist and a sceptic, but at the same time he has experienced other forms of reality since his childhood fishing expeditions in Gloucestershire. In a transparent series of essays the author recounts elements of his life and insights, tying these in with some of his own paintings. His characterisation of his experiences resonates with other descriptions. He writes that he feels removed from the immediate, mundane world, while remaining aware of it and at the same time experiencing strong connection to other living things, which is usually suffused with powerful emotions and a sense of belonging. This does not mean that he loses sight of the everyday. Far from it, as he describes various difficult internal states and outer situations. He tries to remain true to his experience without allowing it to ossify into a belief system. The tone is informal and conversational, so that one has the impression of knowing the author by the end of the book. Not that he has resolved the mystery of existence, but rather that he has shared something precious from which the reader can be nurtured.