Once, in a moment of emotionalism, or something else I can't describe, I wanted to gather together about a thousand people and write a book that held the answers to almost every problem a person could have. What stopped me was the fact that even if I ever managed to finish the book, it would have been so big that a person would have had to have a friend help him turn the pages so he could locate the problems and the answers inside the book. The reason I gave up the idea was, most friends already know all the answers to our problems.