Enough by Rich Norman
Enough, the continuation of Ever Deeper Never Better, holds a unique and special place within the body of my work. This is the finest, most profound and image rich piece of fiction I have ever created, a work so far above its author, that it stands alone as the single most beautiful and insightful piece of fiction you are likely to own. Written as a piece of music, the most important topics which plague and enrich the human experience are asked, and answered. In the life of a creative soul, sometimes a piece of work emerges which in and of itself, justifies the entire life of its creator. This is such a work.
What evil springs from our good? What violence do we crave, and even savor, to become… moral? What wish, what perverse wish is within the holy? What wish is hidden beneath our devotion? Do you know the truth––?––that our Gods are daemons! Have you seen the black glistening fangs of Hope, and the drawn cheeks of Contentment? Have you heard death's true name spoken aloud––?––How profane and sacred is this name, this last ugly word: "Happiness?" Can we find the impossible is simple, our pain is but light, but a folded knot of light darkening the mystery, a blackness feigned, once poured out to become––everything? Yes! Our Pain is our Light––but for one thin error! Can you guess it––?––can you see it––?––the diamond of our pain, our treasure spilled into Life and silver laughter but for this? And do you know who––Who has destroyed the world?
James and Carolyn are as God and Goddess living in the voluptuous bliss of the Alaskan wilderness, until seduced to foolish hope by a broken Mad Man. As the truth unfolds, the lovers are initiated into the most sacred, beautiful, inaccessible and dark recesses of the human soul, until at last, the ultimate answers, the heart of human abomination, horror and hope are revealed. Through the vehicles of parable, song, science and story, our most poisonous daemons and gods are brought into the light of day and known. Once vanquished, the final human question remains, our last and deepest hungry doubt rises up, and in gratitude, brightly falls away: What of human suffering?