（外文电子版资料）Richard Bach - Illusions.pdf

Illusions -- Richard Bach (Version 2002.10.10) ### has a small section missing ### Preface It was a question I heard more than once, after Jonathan Seagull was published. What are you going to write next, Richard? After Jonathan, what? I answered then that I didnt have to write anything next, not a word, and that all my books together said everything that I had asked them to say. Having starved for a while, the car repossessed and that sort of thing, it was sort of fun not to have to work to midnights. Still, every summer or so I took my antique biplane out in the green- meadow seas of midwest America, flew passengers for three-dollar rides and began to feel an old tension again - there was something left to say, and I hadnt said it. I do not enjoy writing at all. If I can turn my back on an idea, out there in the dark, if I can avoid opening the door to it, I wont even reach for a pencil. But once in a while theres a great dynamite-burst of flying glass and brick and splinters through the front wall and someone stalks over the rubble, seizes me by the throat and gently says, I will not let you go until you set me in words, on paper. Thats how I met Illusions. There in the Midwest, even, Id lie on my back practicing cloud- vaporizing, and I couldnt get the story out of my mind...what if somebody came along who was really good at this, who could teach me how my world works and how to control it? What if I could meet a super-advanced...what if a Siddhartha or a Jesus came into our time, with the power over the illusions of the world because he knew the reality behind them? And what if i could meet this person, if he were flying a biplane and landed in the same meadow with me? What would he say, what would he be like? Maybe he wouldnt be like the messiah on the oil-streaked grass-stained pages of my journal, maybe he wouldnt say anything this book says. But then again, the things this one told me