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[Alexandr Korol]

These are people who have a different value system. They don’t crave yachts or cars, like the world currently promotes. Even if they have ten kids, they’ll still feel like they’re alone and observing everything from the outside. And that’s why people like me, even if — what’s interesting — even if in the future they got a job and thought they had finally defined themselves. Chose a partner, built a family, had kids. Still... So even, imagine, how interesting — it still can’t drown them out. At some point, maybe for a while it suppresses you or distracts you, but eventually, you sober up, you wake up, and once again you find yourself in the observer’s position. And this was shown really well in the movie “Hancock,” where the woman, who was like him — an alien — was living with an ordinary man, with a regular child, in an ordinary world, and pretended to be ordinary, but she was so much smarter, so much stronger, right? But she just wanted to live — she needed to somehow live — but deep down, she was still different. And it’s the same here: there are people who are undefined, that no matter who you are in this world, no matter what you achieve, you still don’t drown in it, you don’t fall asleep, and you still somehow feel like you did 10 years ago, 20 years ago — alone, different, watching everything from the outside. There are people like that. And under no circumstances should they be confused with the “lost souls,” because this is something different. And there’s also the world of socially-material people — those who have defined themselves. I, for example, can visit them, have a conversation, and leave — but they can’t come into my “corridor.” I call this state, this world, the “corridor.” And really, all of my books revolve around the “corridor.” Because of this “corridor,” I see what others don’t see, I hear what others don’t hear. Because of this “corridor,” I think differently — because it’s a different angle, a different angle of perception. As I described in the very beginning, it’s as if there are worlds, spheres: there’s a sphere, a world, a frequency where all the lost people live. There are people who live in the earthly, material world — those who have defined themselves — and that world has many categories and subcategories. And then there’s the “corridor,” a separate kind of world of the undefined, where it feels like you’re alone, just with God. There’s only you and God, meaning nature, and that’s it — nothing more. And you look at everything from the outside, but you don’t even belong to yourself. I’m simply from that world — I’ve always been there, am there, and will be there. Sometimes I peek carefully into other worlds as a guest,