There’s a reason to continue living that you’ve not encountered. It sits at the intersection of human experience and a deeper understanding of what we are — something that trauma and crisis work walks right past, and that conventional religion gestures toward without reaching.

The reason is outside of us — and yet it belongs to everyone. It can't be taken away by depression, by despair, by circumstance, or by the feeling that you have nothing left, because it was never inside the things that can be lost.

This book is infinite because once you see it – truly see it – it keeps unfolding. It’s neither a self-help book nor entirely fiction. It’s closer to a revelation.

It’s also a reason that smashes the usual trite nonsense people say when mistakenly believing they’re helping someone who’s struggling. You’ve heard and possibly said…

• “Lighten up. Snap out of it.”
• “Quit wallowing in self-pity.”
• “But you’ve everything to live for.”
• “Think about someone else for a change.”
• “It’s a permanent solution to a temporary problem.”

You might fear that reading or talking about the subject may lead you to it. Relax. It won’t. Unless you’re so emotionally weak that reading or discussing a subject is enough to make you take impulsive, reckless, irreversible action. If so, please put this book down NOW.

This infinite fiction is for you if…

• You’re on the edge and need the reason.
• You’ve ever felt like life is not worth living.
• You know someone who feels life is not worth living.
• You’ve ever wondered WHY someone killed themselves.
• You’re curious enough to look deeper than the surface of existence.

If you’re depressed, hand this book to those who ask you, “Why?”

And if you choose to become offended by reading the word ass, please put this book down now. Thank you.

Coming soon...

Sacrificed

Letters home from a WW2 air gunner

In Sacrificed: Letters Home from a WWII Air Gunner you’ll discover a story told entirely by personal letters. These letters seat you next to David and other letter writers.

When my mother died, she left four generations of stuff in her house.

And in one of the hundreds – yes, hundreds – of boxes I found the letters her bother, my uncle David Gilbert Scott, had written to his family and friends.

He’d been killed when the bomber in which he was a mid-upper gunner crashed in World War ll. I didn’t know much more... until I found those letters.

Now they’ve been transcribed exactly as written. I’ve painstakingly pored over every letter numerous times, using magnifying glasses, to ensure every spelling and misspelling remains.

What was the atmosphere like in the original mustering center, hastily convened at the Toronto Exhibition grounds?

Where did he train? What was the training like? How many casualties were there? Who did he meet? How did he get to Europe?

What aircraft were used?

You’ll read about the attack of a German night fighter, painted black and therefore invisible in the dark, strafing the Halifax bomber while the gunners frantically fought back. Canadian Broadcasting Corporation broadcast that story to listeners from coast to coast.

You’ll read the story of his friend’s mission during which the hydraulics powering the landing gear were shot out of commission and the flight engineer was rendered unconscious. Did they land safely?

You’ll feel the despair when David’s fellow crewmembers and their bomber went missing. His family back home in Canada received a telegram. They anxiously waited for months, not knowing if he’d been killed instantly, had burned alive, had been killed by German civilians angry at the crews dropping bombs, had been captured and held prisoner, was being tortured for information, or had remained alive in his turret while the crippled bomber plunged four miles down from the night sky and smacked into German farmland.