The sole obligation that man should have is to listen to his own heart. And perhaps thus will he be able to quench once and for all his eternal and secret thirst for felicity.
If today it is true that we no longer have the power to cover with one step the overwhelming distance which lies between us and our land of truth, it is equally true that nothing in the world has the power to prevent us from taking many small steps, one after another, in that direction.
And so one day when the pain was too great and the helplessness omnipresent, a little lamp was lit at the heart of the being’s depths. A little flame which seemed so frail and vulnerable within the black and starless night of my pain and solitude. Having lost, along with hope, the familiarity of light, it took me a moment to realise that this light was shining on something . . . a door.
I concede that it would be presumptuous of me to speak of immortality, let alone aspire towards it, given that we are far from perfect as a species. On the other hand, to the best of my knowledge, there is no legal or religious text that forbids us from attempting to remedy our imperfections.
The life we lead is the only one that we know and so we accept it as it is. But the fact that it is the only life we know does in no way prove that it is the only one that exists.
The winds of time always end up dissipating the mists of sorrow. Why then take so seriously the assaults of the disharmonies imposed by an enigmatically functioning fate since it is evident that they don’t have the power (nor even perhaps the necessity) of being eternal.
Fear was a powerful attribute of instinct to ensure the survival of the animal. But for today’s man, this animal reflex may well be the most dangerous of psychological viruses if he does not succeed in curing himself of it.
Omysterious power that we call joy, we know so little of you! And yet you seem to be the aim of so many hearts. Without you, the illusion of time crystallises into hours and is measured in seconds, infinite space takes on shapes and is counted in millimetres. Enigmatic matter metamorphoses into a lifeless, brittle object and the pain in our hearts is quantified in secret tears. But in truth, your reality has no beginning or end and you make us live by the ecstasy of your existence in matter which radiates its own light and moulds itself around our divine hearts.
If you lack motivation and vision, you will find it all in the Little Guide, which extends a hand and leads you with care, love and humor, warning of difficulties and giving you the keys to overcome all obstacles. He becomes our companion until the moment when we ourselves are able to walk independently, relying on the help of our own, newly found, internal guide.
This book is about the science of 'internal progress'. It offers a formula for solving the difficulties of the path of life, the deduction of which usually takes lifetimes.
This book is like meeting an old friend, whom we have ignored for so long, that we have completely forgotten about his existence, but who, in fact, has always been with us. And this is also a guide on how not to lose the way to him again, so that he helps you to open a world full of wonders.
A spiritual essay that explores and offers a new way of being, a humble tentative to transform an old evolutionary primate into a happier man. And for those who have remained young or are simply allergic to solemnity, the guide is punctuated with candid conversations between the author and a mysterious child. The genuine little guide? To be followed… with the heart.
Child of the dawn, are you still here?
You know the path,
Arise and march,
A new world awaits you
At the heart of the unknown.
