It takes a few gray hairs in the head to be continually amazed by the ineffable confluence of factors that contribute to the defining moments of a life. When we analyze, for example, the cathartic experiences that are so striking in Dostoevsky’s work, we realize that, although they are described with the utmost skill, although they strongly convey an idea of the complexity that surrounds them, it is impossible for the writer to exhaust them, it is impossible for him to simply describe them completely. Because they appear as points where the whole individual converges, his mind and his biography, his acts and his omissions. And if there is trauma, if there is liberation, if there is rebirth, they all appear concentrated, inseparable, as one single thing.