I found the whole book rather trippy, and questioned at various points what the author meant to be real or not. There are odd lines of philosophy such as "And not the vacant nimbus itself was a message, a message or messagelessness" (304) or here's another gem:
"After all, what other kind of faith was possible in this infinite pinwheel of bullshit warped in truth wrapped in bullshit, hopelessness wrapped in hope, vileness wrapped in beauty, lunacy wrapped in logic, loathing wrapped in empty, empty love..." (355)
Perhaps the author was too ambitious. There was also a something of a plot wrapped in all that which included a brother in a coma, a romantic interest with the neuro-scientist, a virtual world and ramifications from 9-11. But the whole thing got scrambled together and made my head spin.
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