Our journey begins with a title that's a punch in the gut, a question we don't ask ourselves yet we all ask ourselves, silently, in the sacred cloister of the bathroom: "Have you pooped?" It's a bombshell title, a firecracker of sincerity launched into the respectable living room of good manners. Because, let's face it, poop is the ultimate taboo. We talk about it in hushed tones, obliquely, as if it were an unspeakable secret, a kind of dark ritual that unites us but must never be mentioned.But no. Poop is our body's bulletin board, a detailed and honest report, a coded message that, if only we learned to decipher, would tell us more about ourselves than any doctor or analyst. It's the final act of an orchestra of extremely complicated processes, the symphony played by our internal laboratory.This book won't be a boring medical treatise, but a profound adventure, an olfactory and visual investigation into the realm of our waste. Because to understand who we are, we must first look at what we leave behind. So, shame aside, let's get comfortable; the journey into the underworld has just begun.