The book is autobiographical. It is about a man's struggle to find himself, and to know God. On January 6, 1943, never having even seen the inside of a jail, he began serving a life sentence for murder. For eleven years in the impassioned world of the convict, he obeyed the rules, did his time, learned nothing of any importance, except that he was different from the average convict, and he hated where, and what, he was: A disreputable convict in prison. For 11 years he vegetated, except for a short time to earn a high school diploma. Denied parole after 11 years, he realized that to earn his freedom he had to enter psychiatric therapy, to learn who he was; and what made him tick. It was a hard, scary but rewarding four years, during which he gained change of direction, change of personality, and insight into a man he knew little of: Himself. Along the way he is reunited to the God he'd had only a passing acquaintance with. Importantly, he learned that without God he could do absolutely nothing but mark time. From the Hell of prison darkness to the glorious light of God's world, this book is a bible for those beset by self doubt, self hate, self destruction. If the reader does not find himself in the pages of this book, he has read it while blindfolded.