Richard Thompson
Richard Leslie Thompson, also known as Sadaputa Dasa (February 4, 1947 – September 18, 2008), was an American mathematician, author and Gaudiya Vaishnava religious figure, known principally for his promotion of Vedic creationism and as the co-author (with Michael Cremo) of Forbidden Archeology: The Hidden History of the Human Race (1993), which has been widely criticised by the scientific community. Thompson also published several books and articles on religion and science, Hindu cosmology and astronomy. He was a member of the International Society for Krishna Consciousness (popularly known as the Hare Krishna movement or ISKCON) and a founding member of the Bhaktivedanta Institute, the branch of ISKCON dedicated to examining the relationship of modern scientific theories to the Vaishnava worldview. In the 'science and religion' community he was known for his articulation of ISKCON's view of science. Danish historian of religion Mikael Rothstein described Thompson as "the single dominating writer on science" in ISKCON whom ISKCON has chosen to "cover the field of science more or less on his own". C. Mackenzie Brown, professor of religion at Trinity University, San Antonio, Texas, described him as "the leading figure" in ISKCON's critique of modern science.
Thompson died on September 18, 2008. His body was found at the bottom of his swimming pool at his home in Alachua, Florida, USA. He had suffered a heart attack, a condition there has been some history of in his family.
“I’m a fool with a size one head/I’ll change this heart of mine/This time, this time”
“Life is just as deadly as it looks, but fiction is more forgiving.”
“Said Red Molly to James that's a fine motorbikeA girl could feel special on any such likeSaid James to Red Molly, my hat's off to youIt's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seemsRed hair and black leather, my favourite colour schemeAnd he pulled her on behindAnd down to Boxhill they did rideSaid James to Red Molly, here's a ring for your right handBut I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous manI've fought with the law since I was seventeenI robbed many a man to get my Vincent machineNow I'm 21 years, I might make 22And I don't mind dying, but for the love of youAnd if fate should break my strideThen I'll give you my Vincent to rideCome down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRaeFor they've taken young James Adie for armed robberyShotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing insideOh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedsideWhen she came to the hospital, there wasn't much leftHe was running out of road, he was running out of breathBut he smiled to see her cryAnd said I'll give you my Vincent to rideSays James, in my opinion, there's nothing in this worldBeats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girlNow Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't doThey don't have a soul like a Vincent 52He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keysHe said I've got no further use for theseI see angels on Ariels in leather and chromeSwooping down from heaven to carry me homeAnd he gave her one last kiss and diedAnd he gave her his Vincent to ride”