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[Alexandr Korol]

all of this, and you say to yourself: “I will never again put myself into this world of people. It is terrible there, there is only lies, slander, judgment, envy. All that evil. I would rather be alone in my paradise than end up in this world of people. I would rather be alone than get involved with anyone else. Better without friends and relationships than with these traitors.” That is how it was. And then I again went into the spiritual world, the “cosmos,” miracles began, I was happy, everything was magical, I wrote books about it. And then again after some time, as if, you know, I grew bored of being in this paradise, and I again crawled into this world of people, the social-material world. But again, if I had clearly seen these boundaries, as I am describing them now, maybe I would not have crawled in. Naturally, I did not think like this: “I will abandon the spiritual world and climb into the material one,” of course it was not like that. It was that you simply live and live, seemingly in paradise, seemingly according to your soul, and then at some moment suddenly you want to meet someone. And a month later you want to see people more often. And next month you already want to show everything on social networks. And after three months already some girls surround you, who say: “Alex, you are so nice, let’s be friends. And let’s maybe go somewhere together, fly somewhere, walk together.” And that is it, and you as if little by little, little by little, and in the end you lose this spiritual world and paradise, and you are already in the world of people. And you think, it is so great, there in paradise you were alone, and here such pleasant people surround you, and then another month passes, and these people already want to devour you. They already consider that you are bad, that you owe them, although they completely use you up, take everything from you, all your strength, energy, possibilities, secrets, information, connections, well, everything at all. And then they chew you up and spit you out. And you think: “What was that? Are people really like this? The people I always missed, whom I dreamed of, always wanted to be a friend to people. And here I realize that these are such cruel people. These are my ‘friends,’ they are so evil.” Well, that is, in quotation marks. Naturally, those who are true friends, everything is fine with them. I am speaking about various others, who, as they say, invite themselves into friendship. And I remember that once again, when I ended up again in this “cosmos,” in the “corridor,”