Osho once wrote:
"Thinking is to dream with words, Dreaming is to think with pictures"
If so, the reflections in this book are dreams, and adventures to so many strange lands for writers are also fairy dreams. Seeing firsthand the Old Testament written on the sheets of the Dead Sea goat skin, sleeping on the ice hotel outside the pole, directly touching the cross that hung Jesus between Jerusalem, meditating under the Bodhi tree where Buddha attained enlightenment in Bodh Gaya, leisurely drinking coffee to watch football in the middle of the sea in the afternoon of Rio de Janerio ... Those trips and memories are real but now only remain in the writer's mind as "the dream".
It was a "dream" because there were lands when the writer arrived and still didn't believe he had arrived, and even though he had just returned in a few days, it felt very far away. Everything has passed like never before, only every moment of experience on that land is reality.