An anonymous man searches for truth and contentment. His examinations delve into religion, creativity, possessions and ascetism, communication, and childhood reflection. His search sometimes causes pain to others and sometimes pain to himself and, at times, his grip on reality is tenuous. But he continues on, possibly to tragedy, possibly to epiphany. From the foreword by Jeremy Eric Tenenbaum, Publisher, SORTES Magazine
"Chris Klassen's narrator is a maniac of order and disorder. He is consumed by process, structure, nature's hidden mechanisms. Peace comes when "everything is progressing well and the pattern hasn't been broken."...Klassen builds his structure into a conveyer belt of allegorical kooks and vignettes and dreams, a semiotic
Pilgrim's Progress
but softer and human, less
Divine Comedy
than fairground Tunnel of Mystery. Along the way he uses autobiography and sandbox theology, moving from miraculous to madness or vice versa, struggling with words through symbolic or actual aphasia, but order remains his first commanding love. Theology is structure haunted by "meaning and truth," but when these wax forms melt away we're left with indelible structure. "No matter what, it's still important to fill the pages." Well isn't that life?"