This collection of 200 tankas has no Great Purpose, apart from explaining the Meaning of Life. In an firework-display of 31-syllable sparkles, probably set off by accident, it lights up any corner of things done, thought, felt, seen, suffered & enjoyed that it pleases. The writer, barely in control, stands back at a safe distance & watches, mostly with a smile as contradictions abound, ideas morph, and preferences and amusements change.