My Report to Goiko is not an autobiography. My personal life has some value, quite comparatively, for me and for no one else, and the only value I knew of in it was in the efforts to ascend from one rung to another to reach the highest point it could reach. Its strength and stubbornness, the peak that I arbitrarily named “the Cretan View”.
Therefore, you, reader, will find in these pages the red trace left by drops of my blood, the trace that indicates my journey between people, emotions, and ideas. Every human being, worthy of being called the Son of Man, must carry his cross and ascend Calvary. Many, in fact most of them, reach the first or second degree. Then they collapse panting in the middle of the journey, never reaching the peak of Golgotha, in other words, the peak of their duty. To be crucified, to be resurrected, and to have their souls saved. Their hearts weaken because of their fear of crucifixion, and they do not know that the cross is the only way to resurrection, and there is no other way.
