This book does not oppose you, does not seek to compete with you, does not wish to make you anxious, nor does it intend to reopen some of your wounds, nor to present you with a newspaper full of accusations that stir feelings of anger within you. It is also not oblivious to the atmospheres you may be living in that make it hard for you to present your best self; it is whispers to you, as if from the mouth of an old man whom you met by chance on a bench in a park and to whom you complained some of your worries. He began to whisper these thoughts to you in bits and pieces, awakening in you a sense of kinship toward him even if you did not believe that everything he said applied to you, but you loved his tone, the expressions on his face, and his sincerity as he spoke with a calm heart and a trembling hand.