In the depths of solitude, this book was written. A place that remains fertile for the walks of the vigilant. After people migrated to the new city of electronic digits and audiovisual systems, they did not realize at all that amidst the chaos, they adored the hologram, demolishing the archetype. In the new world, the small became big and the big disappeared in front of the idols of pseudoethics. The individual also diminished, leaving space for the masses of the mortal present. And so, beneath the murky images of replicas, a suffocating lament echoes in the abyss of boundlessness. If the cruciform life of existence is the law, the resurrected path is endurance; and the Word was born in the extension of hope.