An intriguing (if troubling, at times, in its generalizations) and highly critical journey through the Book of Revelation, allowing Lawrence to articulate what truly matters to him in contrast. It is not a scholarly work, but an impassioned plea to divest oneself of the bullying envy and violent fantasies that infect Christianity, democracy, etc., in favor of embracing one's connection to all that exists. (Lawrence says it better, of course).
"Anyhow," he writes in one uncommonly understated passage, "there is far too much destroying in the Apocalypse. It ceases to be fun."
In another passage: There is Jesus--but there is also John, the Divine ['author' of Revelation]. There is Christian love--and there is Christian envy. The former would 'save' the world--the latter will never be satisfied till it has destroyed the world. They are two sides of the same medal.
About halfway through, I felt like I probably had the gist of what Lawrence was saying. However, I am glad I read it through to the end. The last couple paragraphs are beautiful.