Eleanor could be anyone of you readers. Like many, she did not realise that destiny is a fixed point, not a random place, and like many who join cults, Eleanor was blown off course, living through storm and doldrums alike, losing view of her intrinsic identity. It can take many years to find your north star again and finally sale into port, exhausted, yes, but back on dry land. This book follows the journey of Eleanor before, during, and after she sailed away, convinced of her destination.