The House of Death is not Westgate alone, it is the world, the universe, everything.... We all exist within it. Yet some of us ignore this fact, some of us revel in it. How many can say that Night whispers sweet nothings down at them in their sorrow? How many can claim the dark spectre of the Angel of Death as their doting Uncle? We are all "alive" in the House of Death...Life itself is the House of Death, and each individual's perception and viewpoint is a valid commentary. Daniel Kemp's viewpoint is bifocal. At once, being part of that which we all share... Life, in the midst of death, but also, there is a secondary aspect. One with a more magnified view; Life hand in hand with Death. Death as confidant, friend and advisor. The ever - overbearing Uncle that one tends to dismiss except in times of turmoil when such sage advice is the only key to reason. As humanity, we abide day to day, and night to night in the House of Death. And it is to all of you that one voice resonates from the heart, and with any hope, into the soul. "Irreverent, intense, almost Kerouac/Burroughs like in its musing on the human life/death and magickal condition...Yet, ultimately it is about life in the midst of death and embracing life after recognizing death."