This book is a deeply personal statement on life and the human condition. It is at times whimsical, at times profound, at times inane, at times deeply philosophical. Funny, sad, uplifting, bleak, poignant, detached — the author writes with a potent mix of luminous intensity and delicate sensitivity. Sections of the book are decidedly written in the stylistic tradition of Nietzsche. They are brutally pointed, painfully raw, and unrelentingly candid. Tracy Strong in Friedrich Nietzsche and the politics of transfiguration said it best: “Those who feel they have been touched and moved will listen. Those who do not react, will not react; in a certain sense the aphorism is not meant for them. Whoever writes in blood and aphorisms wants not to be read, but to be learned by heart.” The stories in this book are neither comforting nor disquieting, neither beautiful nor wicked, neither spiritual nor mundane. They are simply an individual’s experiences of “this mysterious journey we called ‘life'” in all its blemishes and contradictions.