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[Alexandr Korol]

Well, what can I say? When I talked to the Mystic-Old-Man and
the conversation ended, I thought only about one thing: maybe I went too
far with my faith in the future, in myself, and in everything to come. Maybe I
concentrated my attention too much in this book on the 144,000 people, the
bubble, the dome, and the fact that the end is coming for all the colonizers.
And I thought, perhaps the higher powers or the System, acting through this
Mystic-Old-Man, decided to balance things out — so that the people reading
the book wouldn’t get scared or too arrogant. To immediately pull them
back down right after that inspiration and flight. Therefore, immediately
after my revelations, this dialogue with the Mystic-Old-Man occurred,
where he, so to speak, destroyed everything like an illusion — he confirmed
nothing and made everything look the opposite. I felt there was nothing
wrong with this. I think it’s probably a kind of insurance for the readers.
Just so that those readers who are very impressionable after my revelations
would stumble upon this dialogue with the Mystic-Old-Man while reading
further and cool down a bit. I think it’s for balance after all. I showed this
dialogue with the Mystic-Old-Man to Big Alexandr. I woke up at four in the
morning — I don’t know why — turned on my phone and saw missed calls
from Big Alexandr from five minutes ago. I called him back. And he told me...
Well, I can’t say it word-for-word; Big Alexandr uses completely different
words. I’ll express it my way, but the essence is the same. Essentially, he
says that the Mystic-Old-Man “buried” me. “Buried.” What does he mean?
Big Alexandr said:

— It’s strange what’s happening with the Mystic-Old-Man. He specifically
denies everything and intentionally avoids all answers to the questions.
There’s a maximum denial of everything; I don’t understand what kind
of block he has.

And I saw that Big Alexander was dissatisfied with the Mystic-Old-Man.
So I said to Big Alexander:

— Remember, you used to do the same thing? When I got really inspired,
you would deflate me. When I was deeply depressed, at the very limit, you