Suppose there had been a man who opened his eyes after long sleep and, instead of finding himself twisting and turning in his bed, he saw himself inside a compartment of a train hastening to nowhere. It was going through mountains and valleys he had never known anything about before! Who thrust him and seated him in that train? When did it happen? Who was driving him? Who regulated his journey and planned for his movement? What would be done to him personally? Such a man will not be able to ignore wondering about all that. He cannot comfort his nerves not to be agitated or not to pursue what he doesn't know, and therefore he cannot pretend to be busy and inattentive to the beauty of the way and the strangeness of the sights he sees. We have opened our eyes—since our early childhood—upon a life which we know nothing either about its origin nor about its end and destiny. Our sights extended all around, and reached dark horizons. Dozens of inquiries arose in our heads. What will quench our thirst and comfort our heads by giving answers to these inquiries? Is it science, philosophy or religion? This is what the writer tries to reveal in this book, by which he starts a series. He introduces its episodes to man's conscience; to man as a pure man, regardless of this doctrinal inclination or national belonging.