A sci-fi novel by Australian author Michael Lingaard.
SYNOPSIS
You think you are safe.
You think the world is orderly and secure. It is not. You think that the paradigms of your life are ordered and regular; that the motions of societies are delineated and obeyed. They are not. You think images of otherness, of unorderliness, are just that — images, and the cant and rhetoric of your belief systems have withstood the examinations of history and truth — they have not. You think there are no dark corners of reality to confuse and misdirect your understanding of the incessant march of humanity and its progress, it’s unrelenting advancement, it’s examination and acquisition of truth and reality. By their measure you know that the modern world, despite its imperfections, is solidly based on the unrelenting waves of history and endeavour that characterise mankind. You believe and you know that you are the pinnacle of human progress.
You are not.
You think you are safe.
You are not.
You see, there are things we have not been told — secrets things. Hidden things. Unbelievable things.
