To you,
This Book contains Forwards and The Same Paragraph Over and Over Again. Every time the paragraph appears, it might be in a different font and size.
I will post the Paragraph, that you wouldn't need to buy the book for the Paragraph itself.
This Book was made to test a few things. One of them is how to publish a book.
Like many other tests in life, also this one brought me more than I expected.
This book is inspiring and thought-provoking (in the most gentle way I could mange).
Take this into account if you will add it to your life or anyone else's life.
But probably you can say something similar about every book...
This version is a printed copy. That means that it can lay in your bathroom or on your shelf.
It is enough to peek into it from time to time.
Even just glance at the cover on the shelf, as I often do with my own books.
Mark on it.
Forget it somewhere.
On the flip side, if you have too many books, or you need your money for something else, keep your money for something else.
What I'm offering here, is not important. Especially if you are able to let go and continue.
If you bought the book and felt that I misled you in some way or evoked emotions or thoughts, you are welcome to write to me on some platform.
If I'm not responding, I probably haven't seen your message. Try another platform. I am a slow and broken person: )
There is no refund.
If the printing got messed up, the pages mixed up, missing, or any kind of unplanned event happened to the book you just purchased, I would recommend taking it as an opportunity to observe our limited control in life, and the presents and dispresents it offers.
I love you,
Barak
The Paragraph:
Far beyond the mundane world we know, in a realm where time is but a concept, resided a peculiar entity named Zephyr. Zephyr was neither bound by form nor hindered by the physical, yet he found a fascination in the order of the mortal realm. Each instance was a repetition, a spiral in the cosmic ballet, the stars singing their celestial sonnet. To Zephyr, each moment in time was a repetition, an echo of a cosmic rhythm that spread across the vast expanse of the multiverse, resonating with the strings of reality itself.