This book is for those who like to think. To think independently, without outside help, without relying on the walkers of social dogmas, prejudices and hypocrisy, according to some Jesuitical silent agreement of the majority called “moral norms”. This book is for those whose brains are not burdened with the chains of bias, who are accustomed to drawing conclusions after, and not before. This book is for those who, in the stream of consciousness, do not swim like a dead fish where the current leads, but look for their own fairway, bumping into shoals and ravines, but still stubbornly walking towards the light of their own beacon. For those whose brains have not yet withered under the crust of everyday life, this book is for young people. More precisely, for those young people who are usually called “rockers”, who live “not like everyone else”, in whose blood, apparently, there are social antibodies that cause nausea in the philistine amoebas, looking “as an oyster from the shell of things”. Once brought there by the rock and roll virus, they tear away from the social biomass a growing organism that was not lost to the herd just yesterday; they eat into clothes like smoke, igniting an inexplicable heat in the chest area, reflections of which others will see in their eyes until of death. This book is for those for whom rock is more than music - a way of thinking, a way of life, who are in moral opposition to the society that has driven them into the underground.