The ideal bench gave me inspiration for many a poem, for many philosophical thoughts. The ideal bench was a haven in difficult moments, and the statues of the park often lent an ear to my confessions. The bench is no longer a mere object, a spot where the passer by would stop to rest. It is now associated to the observation of the world and to the meaning of existence. Seated on the ideal bench, I started researching things and habits which I had never seen before. And some unfamiliar, new topics would cross my mind. I decided to share them with more people. After an entire year in search of the ideal bench, I came up with answers to many questions. The ideal bench became the omphalos of the earth.