Written with the prose of an eigth grade creative writing student, full of McSpiritual boomer whining and whacko metaphisics, and bad "man climbing the mountain of wisdom" allegory, The Celestine Prophecy is like watching a slow motion train wreck.It gets worse with every page. One dimentional characters come and go. The anonymous first person narrator is about as engaging a story teller as Al Gore. The whole premis is preposterous.Do yourself a favor. If you are looking for true insight, buy Robert Persig's first book, and call it good. The Celestine Prophecy is a wast of your time.