The Philosopher

By Zac Milles

Why does the world exist? What is our purpose? Why do we come here? What is there after death? Why do we love? Does God exist? Why do bad things happen? Explore these questions from the point of view of boy and embark on a life changing journey as he goes on a quest to find his answers and the solace of his spirit.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Apr 4, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481785426

Zac Milles

Zac Milles, currently studying at the University of Bristol for a degree in engineering. He is the third child of a family of three children, all of whom are studying in different parts of the world. He is from Mauritius.

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© 2013 by Zac Milles. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 03/20/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4817-8541-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-8542-6 (e)

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Contents

Chapter 1: A normal day… ?

Chapter 2: A haven of books

Chapter 3: Andreas Lenire

Chapter 4: The party

Chapter 5: The mansion

Chapter 6: Ghost of the Past

Chapter 7: The monastery

Chapter 8: The floor beyond the Tower

Chapter 9: The Philosopher

Chapter 10: The fifth day

Epilogue

Chapter 1

A normal day… ?

I could hear a faint, distant piece of music. It was an electro-club mix music. It steadily grew louder and louder, to the point of becoming a nuisance. I heavily lifted my arm and grabbed the cell phone. Still half asleep, I turned the alarm off. I quickly closed my eyes, and desperately tried to recall what was in the dream. It was an act done in vain, because the details were slipping through like sand. However, on the whole, I felt that I was talking, or rather communicating with someone, because I was definitely not talking. I also remember that I felt totally different, as though a different person. Much stronger, calm, tranquil, peaceful and most importantly, strongly alive. I stretched myself and put on my slippers. Distant rays of light were beginning to emerge from their sleep. The black veil of night was slowly receding. The small table near my bed was covered with papers, books and pens. I was reading an intellectually challenging book yesterday night. It was my personal opinion that what most people usually read or watch contains materials that do not even scratch the hull of the potential of man. No brain teaser what so ever. So, bearing that in mind, I set out looking for books, as a start, which would push further my limits. I lifted a sheet of paper from the table. It contained a paragraph from the book I was reading yesterday: Alive. Life. Bundles of energy, of life, scattered over a vast area. These bundles evolved into more, giving rise to a large population. Over time, nature provided them with what they needed to survive. Things began to change. Individuals began to come together. A social fabric was being woven, though still in a very primitive state. These groups became important for all species and it was obvious that a lone and solitary being was an easy prey. Only the giants could afford to remain apart, for they were feared and they did not fear any attack. But slowly, the group became more imposing. New tools, such as intelligence and hand skills, were perfected. Everything was done for survival. Spears were created to kill, and killing was not a sin. The power of the dominating species was so large that it overshadowed the fear of its natural enemies. They were assured by their creation, safe behind their fortress. Survival was not a chief concern. Leisure was born. Newborns, within the bastion, who bore neither scars nor memories of an earlier life of their ancestors, had their thoughts focused on much more basic and deep matters… They began to ask… why… ? Why were they here? Did they miss the wilderness of nature, of its baring fangs, of its predators and the barbarous thrill of victory? The well-established fortress prevented them from doing so. Questions were being answered on the inside. Science was born. However, the answers were not all to be found inside. They had to eventually leave the fortress. Out into nothingness, out where everything melded as one, out where they came from. They now saw it. They were bundles of life… . I quite liked the author’s view. In fact, I do not know why, but these few lines had struck a chord inside my head and I had to write them down. It was beyond me. I