In short, this book was a hot mess. There were some moments, some pages, that rose above the rest, and the chapter on "THIS is Love" was probably the highlight of the book (though that doesn't say a whole lot). But overall it was just a sludgy mess of Michael Gungor unconvincingly trying to mish-mash a TON of different spiritual and philosophical ideas and influences (together with snippets of personal narrative and memoir) into one incredibly inconsistent perspective on life and how to live it. I wanted to get to the end to be sure I wasn't leaving any of this thoughts incomplete, but I was very happy when it was over. The conclusion was probably a bit better than most other parts of the book, but in some ways, still just more mess.
To me, it was very clear that Michael Gungor comes from an extremely privileged consumerist perspective whereby he thinks he can effectively pick-and-choose and appropriate any aspect of any spiritual/metaphysical idea he wants and try to squish them all together to make himself feel better depending on the situation and mood he's in. He essentially admits all of this as well (his privilege, his consumerism, his appropriation of aspects of other people's worldviews, and that he freely tries to squeeze all these "myths" together, but not consistently), so I'm not saying anything new here. Just a head's up about the nature of the book and the spiritual philosophy he espouses within it. He does liberally borrow from Christian terminology and theology throughout the book, and occasionally claims it as the best expression of spiritual truths that he's encountered, but then states his assumption that it's not true and he just likes to use it because it seems more true than pretty much anything else.
His spiritual offerings were potentially at their most interesting when he occasionally tried to intertwine scientific ideas, as I imagine that to be a rare effort from mystical spiritualists. Unfortunately, it just didn't work out. A large part of the ideas he tried to combine simply didn't go together at all, and it was clear in his personal narrative portions that it also gave him no more of a guide for living life in any consistent way at all.
It's a bit sad, because his music is obviously incredible and though his lyrics certainly took a bit of an opaque turn in recent years, he previously seemed to be able to portray whole ideas quite well. Well, that stage is clearly over if this book is any indication. Perhaps it was the psychedelic mushrooms he took before he "awakened" to his current spiritual enlightenment? Perhaps that formed connections in his brain that an average non-drug-user can't see as having any real connection or sense to them. Either way, too bad.
SPOILERS AHEAD (SORT OF - really just a summary that will prevent you from wasting your time on this book):
Basically, Michael Gungor's entire philosophy espoused in his book is grounded in pantheism. He wants to believe that everything and everyone is one connected divine entity (and it was the magic mushrooms that he seems to state really awakened him to this "reality").
The initial part of the book basically just tried to state that being content helps you avoid emotional suffering. (Really? Wow, what a surprise.)
But he uses his (mushroom-influenced) perspective on the pantheistic everything-is-connected "THIS" to try to make it easier for people to be content. Essentially, if you assume that literally all of existence is divine and unified, then it's already perfect as is (including every single "expression" of "THIS"). That means no matter how good or bad things *appear* to be (including murder, rape, genocide, or even just the sort of ennui that Michael Gungor usually suffers from) they're all connected in some way such that we can assume they're perfect and thus no need to fret if anything doesn't feel great, or if a person or race or species or planet is destroyed - no biggee... they (and you) are all just interchangeable expressions of "THIS". (I believe his science input has made the whole thing mostly, but not entirely, deterministic. There's certainly a strong undercurrent of this throughout the book, mainly when discussing the pantheistic aspects of "THIS".)
Your sense of separate self is just a (convincing) illusion, so anytime it doesn't feel great, just remember you're not distinct and you're actually the innately good, no matter what, (why? never really explained) expression of the pantheistic reality. Except some ideas and ways of living (and indeed, some expressions of art) are better than others, so practice a lot.
So, don't get caught up in your ego and sense of self, that's just a false myth. EXCEPT (here's the conclusion): life's not fun when you transcend past sense of self, so feel free to fully engage in all the typical individualistic perspectives and tendencies you have anyway, because life's better that way (and apparently that's how "THIS" wants to experience it). Though if you ever feel the need to, remember you're just an expression of the pantheistic "THIS" so that hopefully you'll be content. Except not, because you can't really live life like that.
Seriously.
That's how the whole book goes (except for the welcome short interludes of personal narrative).
One statement contradicted by the next and back and forth ad infinitum. It's so frustrating. The worst (to me) was where he went off on the fact that YouTubers' expressions of "art" really suck because they don't put in enough effort and instead assume that their momentary expressions are valuable. This flatly contradicts the idea that "THIS" is being perfectly expressed in every single thing and person that is, including each person's momentary desires and actions. (Sure, Michael Gungor is an incredibly talented musician, and I don't doubt that he's put in the hard effort over time to get there, but the spiritual philosophies he's stating don't really give room for his condescending opinions about other "artists".)
Maybe the reason his conclusion emphasizes the positive aspects of living within the ego and sense of self is because his mushrooms are finally wearing off (he didn't indicate that he takes them regularly), and thus so is his sense of transcendence within "THIS".
Finally, the area where I think his privilege showed most clearly was in the narrative with his and Science Mike's interaction with a homeless woman. He essentially praised himself for feeling bad for (and thus "loving") a homeless woman while doing almost nothing to help her out, because "it's complicated". Yes, it's complicated, of course! But guess what, the one spiritual philosophy he flat out rejects as untrue makes it a lot more simple: you take care of the least of these, even if it means a bit of personal sacrifice. In the same paragraph, Michael Gungor can claim to have love and identity with a homeless woman because he's enlightened to the point that everything is all connected as a perfect expression of "THIS", but then he can argue himself into doing nothing to help the lady (except gently lower her down to sleep on damp grass where rats are running by) so that he can keep his family unstained and unaffected by her presence if he actually considered letting her stay in his own nice and well-kept house for the night.
This incident with the homeless woman very well sums up Michael Gungor's entire spiritual philosophy expounded in the book: if you repeat spiritual sounding metaphysical contradictions to yourself often enough, then nothing in your life or anyone else's really needs to change but you can try to feel good about it anyway, even claiming to be "enlightened". Pretentious privilege much? That's this book. Too bad. :-( Still, he's an incredible musician.