The World is Larger than the Small Human Stories Book 1 — Createspace

“And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
   Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?” (W. Yeats, “The Second Coming”) At the end of this trilogy, the apocalypse nourishes only those who can open to the DNA of and become, in a small way, the fish, the bugs, the lions and the sheep, the horrors of the deep ocean dark: and of the happy bright dolphins splashing as they round up mackerel for food and feast. Life is Death-and Transfiguration. These are luxuriant novels of love, honor and betrayal, of hope, forgiveness and redemption, spanning and remaking our most sacred myths and beliefs. They are a reverse “Lord of the Rings”, because these novels start with the small human worlds, but then step outside the boxes, out to the larger world. Only those who can immerse themselves in the Tree of Life, life across species, survive. Immersion is experiencing the life and death and transfiguration of the world, firmly rooted in the Tree of Life and through the Tree, part of the past, present and the future. “I was at the Vatican when GrendelHal found me,” the Cardinal said thoughtfully. “The Pope was lying dead with the Cardinals and all of the staff. The Tree had taken over, its sweet smell wafting through the empty hallways. There was a new white tree growing in the middle of St. Peter's Square. They couldn't face a new life with their pretty ideas gone and lost. They couldn't see that their pretty ideas were a dead end, and couldn't die to be reborn to the new, so they died. Life is death, indeed.” (Book 3, page 319) Those wedded to the small human stories, empty and dry, die and blow away like so much dust. www.theworldislarger.com has more information. Enjoy, please.