영어로 읽는 고전 _ 마크 클리프턴의 생각과 감각
마크 클리프턴의 "Sense from Thought Divide"는 20세기 중반에 쓰인 SF 소설입니다. 이 작품은 초심리학과 인간 지각의 본질이라는 주제를 깊이 다루며, 과학적 탐구와 초자연적 현상의 교차점을 탐구합니다. 초능력(psi) 개념과 기술 및 인간 이해에 미치는 함의를 검토하면서 믿음과 회의주의의 경계에 도전하는 서사를 제시합니다.
플롯은 인사 담당 디렉터인 케네디씨가 군부의 폴터가이스트 섹션과 자칭 초능력자인 스와미와 협력하여 염력 능력을 활용해 반중력 장치를 만들고자 하는 과정을 따라갑니다. 처음에는 스와미의 진정성을 의심했던 케네디는 곧 설명할 수 없는 물체의 움직임을 포함하여 초능력 효과에 의해 일어나는 일련의 기이한 사건들에 얽히게 됩니다.
케네디가 스와미와 총괄 매니저의 요구로 인한 도전을 헤쳐나가면서, 그는 궁극적으로 진정한 초능력 효과가 존재할 수 있으며 믿음과 감정이 그 발현에 중요한 역할을 한다는 것을 발견합니다. 이러한 여정은 지각, 현실, 그리고 특별한 것에 대한 불신과 믿음을 구분하는 얇은 경계선에 대한 질문을 제기합니다.
Classics Read in English _ Sense from Thought Divide by Mark Clifton
Mark Clifton's "Sense from Thought Divide" is a mid-20th century science fiction novel that deeply explores themes of parapsychology and the nature of human perception. The work examines the intersection of scientific inquiry and supernatural phenomena, presenting a narrative that challenges the boundaries between belief and skepticism while investigating the concept of psi abilities and their implications for technology and human understanding.
The plot follows personnel director Mr. Kennedy as he collaborates with the military's Poltergeist Section and a self-proclaimed psychic known as the Swami in an attempt to harness telekinetic abilities for creating antigravity devices. Initially skeptical of the Swami's authenticity, Kennedy soon becomes entangled in a series of bizarre incidents driven by psi effects, including inexplicable object movements.
As Kennedy navigates the challenges posed by both the Swami and his general manager's demands, he ultimately discovers that genuine psi effects may indeed exist and that belief and emotion play crucial roles in their manifestation. This journey raises profound questions about perception, reality, and the thin line separating disbelief from faith in the extraordinary, exploring how scientific rationality confronts phenomena that defy conventional understanding.
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When I opened the door to my secretary's office, I could see her looking up from her desk at the Swami's face with an expression of fascinated skepticism. The Swami's back was toward me, and on it hung flowing folds of a black cloak. His turban was white, except where it had rubbed against the back of his neck.
"A tall, dark, and handsome man will soon come into your life," he was intoning in that sepulchral voice men habitually use in their dealings with the absolute.
Sara's green eyes focused beyond him, on me, and began to twinkle.
"And there he is right now," she commented dryly. "Mr. Kennedy, Personnel Director for Computer Research."
The Swami whirled around, his heavy robe following the movement in a practiced swirl. His liquid black eyes looked me over shrewdly, and he bowed toward me as he vaguely touched his chest, lips and forehead.
