I find this enjoyable as a way of expanding my ideas of philosophy and various ways in which to comtemplate my life, but as a book this is complete dribble, imo. The author forces his own opinions onto the world through a number of awkwardly unfamiliar sexual encounters and physical impossibilites (oh I know, i'll make up something like "turning something 90 degrees from everything else to explain superpowers that a human has, simply because he can think them"). The author of "Jane Austen Book Club" hit the nail right on the head when she hinted at the target audience of this book being desperate hippies fading from young to middle aged :/
trying way too hard to be deep, the entire idea of the Fosterite church is ridiculous