Sometimes while searching a course, there is a silent and timely fight between the compass and the dream.
The compass indicates to the North of the journey to be accomplished while the dream strives to place (healthy) sticks in the wheels, for the greater good, naturally, of discovery, the unexpected and certain revelation.
Our hero, although quite common, experienced this initiation journey. He took the path of scholars, looking for some kind of chimeric guru, and later on had several encounters, some richer than others.
But his journey has the characteristic that it takes place not on the moon, on a mystery island, in a balloon adrift at the world's mercy, or even in the centre of the earth itself - No! This journey shall take place in the human womb, this human womb we claim to know so well, and yet it is still a stranger for us, a paradoxical place where discrete beings hide to operate the pulleys of our ontological disguises.
