The Melody of Madness-Magic & Mind: Vol. I: Fused with Confusion (en Inglés)
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Fused With Confusion is not quite fiction, and too surreal to imagine being non-fiction. Benjamin H. Sutley leaves it up to you to decipher with your own backlogs of confusion what your inner frame looks like. I must warn that this book is not for you if your wish is to be swept away by entertaining plots and prose. It is uncommon to learn the world with metaphor and spatial reasoning in most reads. Most institutions require us to memorize, regurgitate, be led through foreshadow and predestination toward a competitive, yet happy ending. Although, hidden in this dense tome is a whimsical exposition of adolescence through one man's growth process. This volume is also not for those that dogmatically see language as an unchanging, finite tool used only to define and catalog. It is however for those that see the human experience, and reality itself, as a game to be played and a puzzle to be solved. Fused with Confusion is for those who have the skill to step back from the insane ideas, and scattered thoughts thrown upon a fever-dreamt madman's wall. See that it was incorporeally yet perfectly placed, outlined and shaded, in something unimaginably beautiful. Consciousness is painted on our minds like the highlights magazine's image search page you'd peruse while waiting at the dentist's office. The sensations therein are usually "understood" separately, or by external reference, but are felt seamlessly where the threads are mostly unconscious. This is madness. That is genius. And, the line between is justly perforated, and often sorted by someone else's shameless notoriety.This autobiographical fiction, homespun poetry, and tedious speech can be assumed to have as many dynamics as music. Therefore, I suggest you listen to the audiobook(coming soon) while reading and absorbing the illustrations of Lauren E. Sutley and Stefan L. Gewiss. These two could easily siphon out the abstract visuals, the mnemonic strings of symbols, and can plant wild-card triggers to have you encircle Benjamin's seemingly arbitrative reaches.It is the deaf composing without hearing, or the blind painting without seeing; you don't need to feel the art inside you in order to create art. Other's could feel it deeply. He is sampling riffs, bars, and melodies from the greatest thinkers in history, and using them to compose mental masterpieces, not designed to persuade or convince you of an idea, but instead, to dilate possibility and expand felt-experience. He has learned the rules of language in order to disband them in their traditional form for the pursuit of something greater. What his workings are, at their peak, are not easily described. Moreover, they are a simulative, introspective inhalation. Fused with Confusion is a synaptic blast along the spider web of connections detaching one's memories from everything else. At the same time, in an explosive exhalation, he shatters the delusional chains that dogmatically tie us to forms, methods, and man-made systems of "self".This work is page one about going within the attachments to the finite, and opening us up beyond our minds current limitations. There, in the infinite, is where we can reattach if it heeds our survival, or our creativity. This volume is an exercise in cycle-breathing with the universe, a cosmic pranayama. Journey on dear reader, and let this be the aid that allows you to push past your thresholds into the unknown, and finally quit the refusal for the great calls to adventure.
