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[Alexandr Korol]

of my friends’ moms, they were kind of half-woman, half-man — not in a literal sense, but in the sense that they didn’t have an intense craving for romance or to look feminine. It was like they were tomboys from the garage. And when I met moms like that through friends, I liked them — because they were easier to talk to, none of that typical “feminine drama.” And when I’ve encountered women — like my mom, for example — who really lean into their feminine quirks, it always felt like an extreme to me. It’s like cats and dogs — seriously. I find it hard to connect with people like that, because they don’t perceive the world as a balance of both masculine and feminine energy — they only see it purely through their feminine lens. On one hand, that’s fine — everyone is at their own stage of development. Those who are in that state probably should see the world that way. There are men who say, “We’re men, we’re protectors,” and women who say, “We’re princesses,” and then there are those who say, “We don’t divide ourselves into men and women, what matters is being human.” And for me, I’ve always preferred the middle ground — definitely more than either extreme.
And now I realize that these kinds of women — the ones who have more pronounced feminine energy — they’re the ones who love white. But my mom also said that besides white and red, she loves gold. And I thought, “Oh, yes — of course. That’s exactly the type.” Seriously, it’s a very specific category. And I’m sharing all of this through the example of my mom not to judge, but actually as a positive, accepting example. What I’m getting at is that I used to not understand this at all — and now, suddenly, I’m beginning to understand it from a positive perspective, from a place of appreciation. And I’m starting to see that until you’ve really grown into something, you instinctively shy away from it — you just don’t get people like that. And through that, they actually build a kind of protection. But then I suddenly start thinking — and I remember again the words of Big Alexander — that I need to understand the red and white colors. And that sticks in my mind: “Alright, then what does each one represent?” Red — okay, let’s say it’s the God of the Sun, it’s fire, it’s love, it’s energy, it’s the energy of money. It’s sexual energy — red. And right now, I am exploring the element of fire, and in essence, this element is the fifth one. So... what else? And this fifth element — this triangle, the tetrahedron — is, in fact, where it all began,