I've read two other books by Ernest Holmes (The Science of Mind, and, This Thing Called You), and rated them 1 and 2 stars respectively. Glad I decided to give this one a shot. Not sure if this style better suits him (poetry and prose) or if it is due to the influence of his brother who wrote it with him, but this book is of a different caliber. It is a book I will be returning to quite often I think.
It is in the vein of Paradise Lost, or the Divine Comedy, but given my philosophical slant, was very beautiful. I did not think I agreed at all with his philosophy from reading his other books (one over 500 pages).
Do I agree with every little detail? No, but the good far outweighs any quibble.