George C. Tumulty, a comic Everyman, contemplates in deft, sophisticated yet readable poetry, the origins and fate of himself, humanity, and the universe, raising the big questions: Why is
there something rather than nothing? Are the Universe and the conscious mind that contemplates it the products of chance or the result of some ordered destiny? What is humanity striving for in
this great comedy of errors we call evolution and progress? How is it that Tumulty and the universe have somehow banged and bungled their way into now?