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[Alexandr Korol]

“The Ocean of Milk — in Hindu mythology the cosmic world ocean, upon which the serpent Shesha rested, while Vishnu took repose in the intervals between creation. In this ocean were lost 14 precious treasures (‘ratnas’). Gods and demons together for a thousand years engaged in its churning in order to release these treasures. About this the Puranas, the ancient legends of India, tell in the chapters on the Samudra Manthan. This is also the place where Vishnu lay upon the naga Shesha together with his consort Lakshmi.” Why does this not give me rest? Because there is this feeling, everywhere the images that the system has been highlighting for me all this time, that everywhere someone is standing with feet on a sphere or on the moon, and above is the sun. And in general everywhere I began to notice, even on Christian icons — on one side the sun, on the other side the moon, and this is very important, because only when you as if free yourself from these two worlds... That is, this is also a very important point, what boundaries, since I am building all this in my “Alternative History,” it is necessary to structure all the boundaries very correctly. And I also, it seems, recently was the sun, but I am already no longer the sun — that is the paradox. That is, it seems I was becoming the sun or was coming to know the world of the sun, and now I already look at everything in such a way that as if there are four worlds under the world of the sun, there are four worlds under the world of the moon, and I am as if between the sun and the moon, someone in the middle. That is, this is how it is all now being structured. And this middle position, which is traced in the fact that to the left and to the right they are pulling the serpent, I perceive it as one side is the Sun, the other side is the Moon, and as if he is there in the middle, and as if that world of the Sun and that world of the Moon, it exists both there and there. That is, this is how I now perceive myself, that as if I am in the middle, but as if I can now enter into this world, and into that world, and both that and that exist, and here I am situated between the worlds. But also another paradox, this “between worlds,” it is so dependent on what level you are at, it changes its meaning, significance: somewhere you may think that you are between paradise and hell; somewhere you may perceive that you are between the bright world, that is the sun, and the dark world, that is the moon; somewhere you may perceive