Chad Savage, psychotherapist, ex-priest, and ex-marine, finds love, brotherhood, adventure, and planetary salvation in Peru. This humorous but provocative spiritual journey is reminiscent of The Celestine Prophecy and explains everything from grand unification of physics to how to get along with the opposite sex.

The nine principles of Tessellation Theory provide a simple but profound guide to understanding our lives and our universe. The book will make you laugh but it will also make you think as a disparate cast of characters converges on a Peruvian mountaintop.

You will meet Adrianna Bachelor, Chad's lost love and male sexual fantasy; Ohio Swanson, famous archeologist and Harrison Ford wan-a-be; Clement Fielding, Neo-Nazi bad boy; Carter James, recovering alcoholic philanthropist; and Lizard Jack, mysterious Jamaican Rastifarian.

You will learn the true cause of the extinction of the Dinosaurs, the Wooly Mammoth, the DoDo bird and other forgotten creatures.

If you are interested in mass extinctions, chaos theory, evolutionary psychology, ancient ruins, neo-Nazis, Nixon's fatal flaw, codependency, pyramids, cold fusion, moral philosophy, Atlantis, or Catastrophism then this book is a must read.

Can you answer its most basic question: WHY WASN'T FIRE ENOUGH?

Are greed and competition basic to the human condition or can we do better?

Barry Middleton is a 54-year-old psychotherapist who lives in Sarasota, Florida. He was born and raised in Mississippi but left at the first convenient opportunity. "I'd like to say that I was 13 and supported myself shining shoes in the Big Easy." The truth is that he worked his way through college and received a BA in psychology from Southern Illinois University-- it wasn't hard. He returned to Mississippi to teach school in the then, all black school system of his home state, propelled by the conscience imparted in him by his mother and her liberal democratic notions, the hippie culture, and by fear of death in Vietnam. "There may be a book in that," he says. He moved to Florida in 1972, and where he worked as a juvenile court counselor, administrator, unpublished poet and songwriter, and student receiving an MA in counseling from Rollins College in Orlando in 1987. "I've met some sick and interesting people," he says, "not to mention my clients." He is the author of numerous poems, songs, and short stories, two marriages, two divorces, and one terrific kid. His first novel, The Tessellatian Mystery and a collection of short stories have previously been published at MightyWords as e-books.

Chad Savage hated technology. He was the type of man who still had more faith in the lever and the inclined plane than he did in the microchip, and he was computer dyslexic. He was the only citizen of Venice, Florida who still used dial telephones in his home and he insisted that they be black. He preferred rear wheel drive on his cars and they had to be American made. He liked a slow pace. Chad was born in the south. He had tried rushing and in his youth had exhausted himself several times fighting the rat race. It didn't suit him. At forty-seven years of age he looked ten years younger and credited that fact with what he called "the low tech lifestyle." Good food, including lots of homegrown vegetables, was part of it. It was a simple philosophy based on the simple things in life, and nutrition, especially dessert, was a key concept. In that regard he liked ice cream, preferably homemade. And he was also a big believer in what he called "psychic ice cream," his term for the best things in life which he did believe were free, or at least low cost.

His friend and business partner, Parnelli Reed, loved gadgets and carried a lap top computer to bed with him. Chad didn't understand.

"It makes everything so much easier," Parnelli would say. "Look what computers can do."

"They're not dependable," Chad would argue. "Besides if God had wanted us to be able to carry an encyclopedia in our pocket he would have made us as big as the dinosaurs."

The TV crew setting up at his home was making Chad nervous – all that technology. He had been on television many times, including The Oprah Show, to discuss his new psychological theory, Tessellation Theory. The theory had become the in thing and had created quite a cult following. So Chad was accustomed to fame, but this was the first time that TV had set up at his home, and it was disconcerting. Chad's estate was his private kingdom: "five acres and independence," he called it. Indeed, it was a garden spot, nestled on a lake just outside Venice, Florida, which was the home of the W.I.T.T., the World Institute for Tessellation Therapy.

Chad retreated to the boat dock behind his modest home to get away from the TV crew and their equipment. It was always peaceful there, and Chad would often go to the lake in the evening to recharge after a hard day at work. Just a few minutes would do him good. He took his fishing pole with him and connected on the first cast. It was a three-pound largemouth, which he released. Chad loved the natural, timeless pace of fishing. And you could eat your catch or play God and set it free, and he liked that too.

It was going to be a busy day. He was to be interviewed by satellite for a Dick Cavett special at 10 am. The show would air that same evening. He planned to work on the manuscript of his new book for the remainder of the morning, then had a full schedule of patients in the afternoon. And early tomorrow, it was off to Lima, Peru, yet another trip to Coropuna Mountain. Getting there would involve a shorter road trip to the Tampa airport and a series of long flights. Chad didn't like this type of rushing around, but the payoff would be worth it. This time he had made arrangements to meet with the man without whom Tessellation Theory might never have been unearthed, Ohio Swanson, the archeologist who had discovered the Tessellatian Indian ruins. Without Swanson's discovery, neither Chad nor the world might have ever stumbled on the wisdom of the Tessellatians, which was the basis for his own revolutionary theory.

"Ten minutes, Dr. Savage," said the set director as Chad sauntered in off the boat dock in no particular hurry.

"Great," said Chad. "Just enough time for some ice cream."