The opening sentence of a book should serve as the epigraph of its content — a call toward a new horizon, toward a discovery the reader has not yet experienced. Whenever I write, I think of the books I have read, the ones that absorbed me entirely — authors and works that often became turning points for a new understanding of the world.
A limited world, for no matter how much knowledge we seek, we always remain short of the totality of what has already been thought and said, written by Greeks and Persians, Jews and Egyptians, Russians and French, Englishmen and Arabs.
Thus, when beginning this book, I found myself reflecting: the great works always seek a striking opening sentence, something that tells the reader, “Here stands a great writer, a sage.” For decades I pondered this. Yet contemporary literature, often centered on discussions of gender, sexual identity, and countless ideological agendas, seldom leaves space for an author who stands against this flood of old ideas disguised as novelty.
I have seen much — both in books and in life itself — and I have come to realize how profoundly hypocritical and contradictory human beings can be. Their very nature seems to demand it. Man was born flawed, and in trying to correct himself he often becomes entangled in a web that imprisons him, with little hope of liberation.
| ISBN | 9798251543148 |
| Número de páginas | 118 |
| Edição | 1 (2026) |
| Formato | A5 (148x210) |
| Acabamento | Brochura c/ orelha |
| Coloração | Preto e branco |
| Tipo de papel | Ahuesado 80g |
| Idioma | Português |
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