This book blends Hinduism, Buddhism and Christianity into a poignant, comforting embrace for the soul. It is not a novel for the literal reader or the action-seeker. So the reader must not be fooled by its simplistic narrative style. It is rich in symbolic import and philosophical vision. I am particularly fond of the novel's philosophy of time - that it does not exist; and if time does not exist, death is an illusion as well. And while the book's major thought is indeed no teacher, no doctrine, no religion can afford you wisdom, it pays reverent homage to the valuable mentor in life did help us find our way. No matter how many times I read this novel, I always leave it with a sense of peace and humility.