Life is nothing but a dream that appears real in its tangible appearance, and the dreamer will not wake up from it unless his cheek is subjected to a slap that awakens the Buddha in him. So let me try to wake you up again and again, just as a mother tries to wake up her child who has been sleeping for a period of time, because I will navigate you, moving from one topic to another. To another, until you find the essence of what your soul is searching for, just as a captain sails from one island to another in search of treasure. This book is for the individual, not for the group. It is for living roses, not for those dried roses. This book can be finished in one day, or it can be finished after twenty years.