This is a fragment of an interesting novel about the adventures of a surgeon who undertakes his spiritual journey of bhakti-yoga in India: "I think my life has been touched by the energy of the different. To define how I feel, I declare myself alive among the dead. Although I know nothing, I live in peace with myself, aware that being conscious does not serve for anything unless one really knows that being out of the world is their best book to stay safe. Something moves me without asking me to find out what it is, and something tells me that even the most beautiful words can define what my soul experiences when it exists. I am understanding that knowledge is not what one deduces but what one leads to. When I find myself with cut paths, my soul always finds a new path to transit. This third path, sometimes enriched by skeptics, is to