I read it a few years ago and have just reread it. The thing that strikes me now --after having gone through a big spiritual inner migration, including becoming a Born-Again Christian, myself-- is Watts falling away from the Episcopal Church. Wonder what his sentiments would be today? Also, his account of increased awareness in metaphysics and burgeoning use of psychedelic drugs in the early to mid 1960s makes me wistful. Still a good read.