A Letter from the Office of the President of Poland



I received a kind letter from the Chief of the Office of the Presidential Cabinet. I sent both versions of my novel: Polish (Jeden z możliwych światów) and American (Philosopher’s Crystal), to dr Andrzej Duda, the President of Poland – with dedications (quotes from St. Augustine and Wittgenstein).

The aim of this philosophical novel is to promote independent and critical thinking.
According to this letter, my books are now in the personal presidential library.
The President already had a book of my co-authorship: a dictionary of Polish discoverers and inventors. I wrote 80 biographies of chemists. Prof. Bolesław Orłowski (editor), gave him a copy and delivered a short lecture about this work in the Presidential Palace.

My political views were not the reason for sending the books to the President, because I do not sympathize with any of the Polish political parties.

I still believe that our President – sooner or later – will oppose the politics of dangerous appropriation of Poland by the ruling party, I hope he will do something really unexpected, he is able to do it. The fighting carried by dr Jarosław Kaczyński, the leader of the ruling party, cannot be won in a further perspective, because it is fueled by hate, fear and his excessive ambition, so it only hinders the necessary reforms in our country.

The Metaphysical Playground

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There are two self-contradictory statements at the very core of metaphysical considerations:

God is such an object which is not an object at all.

I am such an object which is not an object at all.

Every sentence could be derived from a self-contradictory sentence (the Duns Scotus law).

A metaphysician is someone who tries to play with the Absolute (God and the self are two of Its aspects), using a language, without touching the center of this playground (*).

Good luck then!

(*) I’m doing the same right now, because I’m trying to say something meaningful about these issues.


Every Dream Has Its Own History

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Once I dreamed I was standing in front of the ruins of an old, magnificent colonnade. The gold letters of the engraved inscription read (in Russian):


(We played here and won).

I knew nothing more about this intricate event from the past of this (dream)world.

It’s remarkable that (dream)worlds appear with their history, (dream)worlds often seem to be much older than persons I dream I am.

The World as Vusmeyan

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The Absolute is not alone, It has a companion – nothingness.

Nothingness doesn’t exist, so the Absolute “plays” with nothingness in a rather paradoxical and unassuming way; this “game” is called the World. The law of identity is its fundamental rule. The Absolute is omnipotent, so all might happen, but not al happens. This “game” is neither real nor unreal. It’s neither purposeful nor purposeless. It’s neither necessary nor contingent. It’s neither creation nor emanation, because the Absolute is neither a person nor energy, nor anything similar to elements of the World. I call this “game”: Vusmeyan.

There are many possible worlds, but this one came into existence. The differences between this World, existing, and a lot of only possible worlds would be non-essential, even extremely tiny. This means that the World is not special in any way, and it’s not entirely real.

The reason for the existence of this particular World is as much unreal as the World itself – so far that the term reason is not proper here; it’s promising for a philosopher to step out beyond the alternative: there is a reason for the existence of the World – the World exists without any reason.

Vusmeyan is as paradoxical, inexplicable, as it is unreal. Vusmeyanic nature of the World could be “perceived” intuitively, when the Absolute recognizes Itself as the Player, or – using other metaphysical metaphor – as the Dreamer.

What does vusmeyanic nature of the World means in practice? I’m the Absolute, dreaming of being a person, a particular human being. My will, as an element of the World, is clearly not omnipotent, so I need a factor independent of my will, helpful in achieving many of my goals, and I need to cooperate with this factor in order to succeed. The World, my World, is just as much beyond the reach of my will and unpredictable as it’s illusory. This aforementioned factor has been traditionally called God’s grace. It could be simply called luck. There are just different names of it. I could not earn it in any way, neither by prayers nor by magic; all I could do – as a human being – is to prepare myself for the possibility of receiving it. Paradoxically, this factor is absolutely mine, so it would be a nicer option to have fun than grieve over this whole issue. I’m just playing with myself.

Each and every word and sentence is an element of the World, so how the relation between the World and the Absolute could be described in words?  What metaphor might be successfully applied? All metaphysical metaphors are ultimately useless, and are to be abandoned (also the metaphor of a game and a dream). Nevertheless, as a philosopher, I choose to say something rather than remain entirely silent, therefore I claim: “The World is Vusmeyan”. One sentence is still infinitely more than no sentence at all.

The word Vusmeyan is an entity, an element of the World, so it is an element of Vusmeyan. Vusmeyan is a self-transcendenting word, pointing beyond all words (thus also beyond itself) – at the Absolute.


Vusmeyan, Marcin Dolecki