It must be...neat? I guess?...to make stuff up out of whole cloth and then actually believe what you just made up.

A friend of mine recommended Dancing Wu Li Masters as a great layperson explanation of quantum physics. I haven't read that yet, but when I saw the library had this book by the same guy, and I'm fascinated by the concept of consciousness, I thought maybe there'd be good stuff here. I was expecting something along the lines of a Stephen Pinker or Daniel Dennett exploration of what consciousness means, you know?

Woo, boy. Woo.

An entire book of un-testable magic stuff that is even kind of dangerous - for instance, he posits that because we all have multiple lives (duh), and because karma is obvy real! that when we see a homeless person suffering not to think it's unfair, because it is impossible for there to be unfairness in the universe. So screw you, Zukav, for furthering that smug and dangerous perception in the world that everybody must have done something to deserve their misery.

And beyond that, he pretends it's science by conflating it with evolution and mis-defining what evolution is (evolution does not have a goal and you can't say one species is more evolved than another).

And beyond that, this book has made me hate the world just a little more than anybody takes this mumbo-jumbo and believes it, when it can only possibly be based on making stuff up.

I only finished because I'm stubborn as hell and to be able to say I hated it without someone asking, 'but did you even read the whole thing?'