Publisher's Synopsis
It was wonderful to watch the few lights still lit in the skyscrapers that lit up like stars on a Manhattan night.Who knows how many times James had stopped to contemplate them, but that night, for a strange reason he was reliving the same emotion as when he first arrived in New York many years before.This unexpected feeling made him melancholic and he was reminded of his entire past, retracing like a flash back the road thathad brought him there and this moved him.A good book in my opinion, should be read as you smoke a good cigar enjoying the intense aroma that sticks in your mouth, before blowing out the smoke.This book is about a journey, a long journey, the longest a man can make... the one within himself.It is the only trip that knows no boundaries, the only one that does not need a boarding pass, the only one able to make us go back in time, to meet lost people again, desired faces and faces that we would rather forget.A journey in which you go in the spasmodic search of yourself, searching for something that will never turn into certainty."How are we really made?""Why are we here?""Why do certain circumstances happen?"To these questions James drew his personal conclusion: that weare part of someone's project, because by analyzing the processes of their lives, everyone can understand, even if not immediately, that everything eventually happens for a precise purpose.In life you have to do things before to understand others later, and if you didn't do the previous ones that seemed wrong you wouldn't be able to understand what you understood afterwards. Everything is a cycle that ends until you get to the final conclusion, until you understand why you came into the world, until you reach your true goal. Each of us has a very specific purpose here, each one of us is like a piece of a puzzle, we are all intersected with each other, we are all interconnected, I am useful to you, you are useful to me, even if we do not know how or why.
