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[Alexandr Korol]

Figuratively speaking: if your city consisted of 50 colors in different shades, and you happened to fall into the “red” world, you would only see the red details, as if no other colors existed at all. And in this heavenly world, I’ve noticed that attention is always drawn to the deep and the elevated — to what is high and profound, to the philosophical. It becomes observant yet effortless. And so, all your thoughts and your very perception of the world take on that same type.And I’ve noticed that when I’m speaking with someone, and suddenly they change the subject, I immediately feel it — almost like a sudden drop in pressure, let’s call it that. It’s as if the magical state I’m in begins to... well, it’s not physical, but I’ll try to describe the feeling. Imagine you’re in this radiant world — everything feels open and spacious, nothing weighs on you, you’re expanded, as if your wings are fully spread. That’s the state. And then, when your companion shifts the conversation toward something mundane, heavy — not profound or elevated, but ordinary and burdensome — it’s as if something starts pressing down on you. It feels as though you were literally uplifted, inspired, and then you’re drawn into a kind of heaviness, a suppression. It doesn’t happen instantly, but gradually — you can feel your body tensing, as though compressed, and everything around you begins to gray. And you find yourself sliding into this world of tension. And I’ve noticed that this transition happens even from just a conversation — or even just from thoughts. Not from music, not from movies, not from where you are or who you’re with. When you’re in the world of heaven, negative thoughts simply can’t arise. You literally cannot recall them — as if they’re intentionally erased from your mind. It’s like being in paradise. You can’t remember a single bad moment from your whole life, so to speak. You just can’t — everything dark is gone. You only remember the good: good people, good moments, as though problems never existed at all. And imagine — you’re feeling this way, living in the world of heaven. And then someone — doesn’t matter if in person, by text, or on a phone call — says to you: “Hey, remember last year when your fence broke? Remember? We dealt with that back then.” And as they tell you this, you feel it so clearly — that wasn’t you, that wasn’t your world. It feels like some past life, some entirely different reality, and you can sense how heavy it was there. And the most interesting thing is —