As the author says, ‘In the course of this book, I have made the odyssey from Dark to Light - for the world as a whole … In accordance with the knowledge of everything, my work deals variously with the subjects mainly concerning religion, art, science and psychology, these being the main parameters of our universe.’ Anthony Wakefield Hill’s fascinating journey into the meaning of mankind and the fabric of creation has as its central symbol the image of the cross. His own troubled life has indeed been a heavy cross to bear, but his excellent discussions on painting, form, paradox and human behaviour take the reader into ‘a whole new world based on consciousness’. In discovering and mastering ourselves through consciousness, we can bypass the siren calls of false love, peer pressure, angst and material obsession. Then we can slip the surly bonds of earth and touch the face of our Maker - and the author will be our willing guide. The Knowledge of Everything is precisely that: a compendium of all facts pertinent to the running of the Cosmos, practical as well as theoretical. While necessarily a summary, this volume deals with every major aspect of existence, and proffers the fruit of fifty years’ thinking and experience, won in the ferocious Battle for Life. ANTHONY WAKEFIELD HILL left school at fifteen with practically no qualifications, determined to make his way without any. Working for thirty-odd years in London as an itinerant labourer and artist, he learnt his trade as a writer. His first book, The One and the Many, was written, for the most part, when he was twenty, but not published for forty years owing to inproficient publisher’s readers. This much-persecuted author is under continuing abuse from psychiatry - something God is getting very angry about. Having been misdiagnosed early on in his career, Mr Hill has never been given an objective or competent examination, and his case has been over-complicated by the number of inept doctors he has been under; the truth has been well-nigh irretrievably obscured. Is this writer, whom many hail as a prophet, to go to his grave with the appellation ‘schizophrenic’ around his neck? It is not the fact that he is intellectually sound that proves his mental integrity, for even that does not preclude illness; but the content of his work, and his manifest humanity, can surely leave the unbiased reader in no doubt of his emotional probity.