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[Alexandr Korol]

How does he enter the world of the living? To be in the world of the living, one must anchor oneself to something, hold on to something, and become defined. And so it turns out that when a person is in the “corridor,” he is in a suspended state — he does not understand what he wants, and he has no certainty about where he will live or even whether he is living at all. He is “with his bags packed,” as they say: no personal life, no friends, everything as if from a blank page, he is a zero. And the moment this person rents an apartment for a year and makes the decision to live in it, and finds a job, from that moment his life begins. And whatever he begins with — whether it is moving, or personal life, that is, relationships, a partner, or a job — it does not matter, but once you choose one of these options, that becomes the element of the world into which you enter. Through that choice you step fully into that reality, into that world. And as long as you have this — what you chose, what you held onto — you remain there. And you instantly, abruptly forget the “corridor.” And not only do you forget it and call it the “corridor,” but moreover you do not realize and never realized, you did not even know, that you were dead. And so a person gathers ordinary life around himself. And what appears? Attachment and certainty — and he begins to live. Thoughts, desires, feelings, moods are immediately transmitted to him, which he did not have before, because in the world of the dead none of that exists, and suddenly it all appears. All the characteristics of that Wi-Fi point, as I call it, that multiverse into which he has entered. And there he lives.

How can he enter the “corridor” the next time? I was a witness to how people entered the “corridor,” how I entered it and lost it. And how did I see it? It turns out that this person, let us say after three years, could remember me — and we, so to speak, had met in the “corridor” — and write me a letter saying: “Alexandr, imagine, when I met you, after that my life began in such a way, everything was so good: this happened, that happened, everything happened. And now, a week ago, all of it collapsed, and I immediately remembered you. Forgive me that I did not write you earlier, life was so busy. But now I remembered you, and I have no one with whom to speak heart to heart. I do not understand what to do, I am in some kind of suspended state, as though at a crossroads.” And so the person writes me such a message.