Nothing is simultaneously as mysterious and apparent as the belief systems which, on every turn, guide our actions and our words. Even when (and if) these beliefs are discerned, we seldom acquire the profundity of knowledge necessary to fathom how deep within ourselves they are rooted nor what universe of experiences configured them in the first place. A man expresses a fear we deem irrational, a resentment we judge vile, a sentiment we suppose obscure, but very rarely do we penetrate its essence nor take it as a lens through which to observe the deeper personality. If we could suspend judgment, the words and actions of others would be to us like strange kaleidoscopes. Individuals appear before us like a stream, some more tempestuous than others, but all flowing like water more transparent than we imagine. And if we could be not like the rock, which equally resists the gentle flow of the stream and violent current of the tropical river, but like a ray that smoothly follows their direction, neither passive nor resisting, who knows how rich and true the face of human condition would appear before us?