I remember that for a week or two, my friend Jofel and I stayed up late, fueled by existential debates. We dissected the inconsistencies of religions, the limitations of dogma, and the search for meaning in our universe. Each conversation felt like a step further from the familiar comfort of religious certainty, a descent into the unknown that both terrified and exhilarated me. It was during those late-night talks, under the spell of Gustavo Santaolalla's mournful songs, that I finally let go of my belief. The chains of dogma, once bound, shattered, leaving me in a cold, empty space. Questions echoed in the darkness...

Thank you, Jofel, for shattering the illusion, for showing me a world beyond the confines of my inherited faith...