Alexandr Korol

But there is some one, maybe he is no longer alive, but there was some founder of a hotel chain around the whole world. And let us suppose that this person was a believer, from God, and not by some criminal way did he achieve all this, but honestly. And then I saw such a picture, after all if on our earth there is immediately everything: both hell, and heaven, and “dead” people who do not even know about it, and society, that is, all of this — heaven, earth, the underworld, the afterlife — that is, all of this exists. I supposed, and what if it can be that there was a person, maybe he, like many people, lived in the underworld, injustice happened to him, he demanded justice, justice was demanded from him, he went through such a meat grinder. Then he died, that is, he entered the “corridor.” It is also as if he already sees everything, knows everything, but it is as if realization is not given to him, as if he is an antisocial person. And then suddenly, bang, his life improves. Or maybe he was reborn, and maybe it is precisely after this rebirth, after death, that he again ended up in society, but what kind of society? Society can be like heaven, and society can be like hell. And so he, for example, ended up in heaven. And what is that? It means he is in such a bubble, although he lives, and we can see him, this man, but he is as if connected to this heaven, therefore we seem to know about him, we see him, but we will never meet him if we are not in heaven. And he opens a hotel chain, and everything works out for him, he has everything: success, happiness, family, children, magic, he rides on yachts. Although he does not even need anything. So, maybe this is heaven? And that there are people who live like this in heaven, therefore it is as if you cannot even reach them, cannot knock at them, but they exist, and they are the ones who make these global companies, which then in all worlds, these goods, like Coca-Cola, are sold, and we all buy them. Maybe this is how it works? Well, I just supposed this, so I decided to record it. And that maybe that is why all this time I have always seemed to be either in the “corridor” or in some kind of shadow. As if I must begin to live, but as if I have not really begun to live. And I know that many readers to whom my book resonated 10 years ago would now agree with this and say: “Yes, Alexandr, the same thing.” That is, as if like a white crow, life grinds you down completely, but you also seem not to be a fool, you see everything