Nothing we do here has any spiritual consequence or significance because we are already spiritually perfect. This mortal life is but a dreamgame and each of us came here knowing we would temporarily forget our spiritual reality. Death is but a return to that spiritual reality and that is why it is good---This book is composed of four hundred & forty eight pages of crafted rants, dream accounts, hateful-dialogues, poems, theories, and miscellaneous bits & bobs. Included as well are heaping-heaving amounts of psychological nudity and filthy language. So don't expect something that would appeal to 20-something eggheads and academic old farts. This writer actually went far beyond memorizing and learning how to parrot what others have thought and said, and actually did his own thinking.---Ruderalis von Spliffenburgh, Publisher