Go Find a Rock

by Uncle Claude

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Go Find a Rock

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A Few Words About The Book

A Handwritten Invitation to Mischief and Discovery

Go Find a Rock didn’t begin with a manuscript or even a plan. It began with a stack of blank paper, a spiral binding machine, and the kind of impulse that doesn’t wait for permission. One page at a time, by hand, the book took shape—no outline, no edits, just ink on paper, cover to cover.

What emerged was a compendium of attention exercises, each one an invitation to explore, to experiment, and perhaps to get yourself into a bit of spiritual trouble. Not the kind that leads to regret—the kind that shakes loose the ordinary and leaves you somewhere new.

Many of the practices trace their roots to the teachings of E.J. Gold, though Go Find a Rock takes plenty of liberties along the way. Its lessons aren’t only in the words, but in the way they stretch, wander, and sometimes go a bit too far—on purpose.

This is not a book to read straight through. It’s a book to bump into, puzzle over, and occasionally set aside until it calls you back.

"Look, I didn’t even want to find a rock. I was perfectly happy not finding one. But somehow this book convinced me otherwise, and now I’m… well, let’s just say I’m reconsidering the entire meaning of rocks, the universe, and possibly myself. Slightly unsettling. Would recommend."

-- Arthur Dent

"Brilliant! The exercises are exactly the sort of thing you want to try before the world ends — or after, for that matter. Unpredictable, possibly life-altering, and several entries would make excellent cocktail-party stories on Betelgeuse Five. A must-read for any vaguely sentient being."

-- Ford Prefect

"What struck me wasn’t just the exercises themselves, but the way they sneak up on you. One moment you’re finding a rock, the next you’re contemplating the fabric of existence while standing ankle-deep in a river somewhere. It’s cleverer than it looks."

-- Trillian

"Right, so this book — Go Find a Rock, yeah? — I flipped through a few pages, didn’t see my name anywhere, so obviously it’s about someone else. Anyway, got halfway to finding a rock, realized I was late for a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, and, well… priorities, you know?"

-- Zaphod Beeblebrox