“The woman appears to be about forty, perhaps a little older. He is noticeably nervous; we can detect such things right away. And not even by the sharp twitching of the corners of her mouth and not by the trembling in her fingers, but rather by the fluids emanating from her. I make an inviting gesture, at the same time nodding towards the chair. “Hello, doctor,” says the visitor. “I’m not a doctor.” “Sorry.” Well, I forgive you. People are accustomed to having doctors take care of their ailments. Including spiritual ones. However, I have a very distant relationship with medicine...”