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[Alexandr Korol]

Chapter 20. Spirit in Nature

I, let’s say, periodically jumped from theme to theme, researching all of this.
But I want to go in order, so I will be moving away from one theme into
another theme now, then returning. So for a little bit now I want to step away
from the theme of illusions and imagination. And I want to refer to a note
from September 18th, which I have made. I have it written down here briefly,
so that I just took it as a note for myself, to reveal it in the book. It is written
there so briefly: “insects live a week, but the Spirit remains, and simply the
physical carrier changes, same with people”. This is such a note of mine,
made at 12 hours 51 minutes Moscow time, September 18th. What did I mean?
I have already somehow come into contact with the theme of time, come into
contact with the theme of that which exists, let’s say, animals, a different
animal world. For example, those same insects, and for example, some
mosquito, he lives a maximum of a week, figuratively speaking. I don’t know
how long, maybe a day, maybe two, maybe a week, maybe a month, but that’s
not the point. Well, let’s assume a mosquito lives for a week. Imagine, a
creature lives for only a week. I know that in many some sacred scriptures,
if I’m not mistaken, among Buddhists somewhere it was mentioned about
how one cannot even clap a little mosquito with a palm. On one hand,
maybe yes, if you promote this, let’s say, such a slogan: “no to violence”.
And, of course, to all people who are prone to aggression, to violence,
then, of course, for them it’s better to spare even a little mosquito, so as not
to awaken the beast in themselves, as they say. But if you nonetheless are
already studying something beyond human reality and want to somehow come
into contact with the truth, how all of this is arranged, and are nonetheless
going along this ladder of consciousness somewhere to the east, as various
initiated characters say, then there is nothing terrible in it if you slap a little
mosquito, after all he for some reason dies after a week. Но this doesn’t
mean that now one must kill all mosquitoes, again. It is clear that it’s better
not to touch anyone at all, and then there are no problems. But we return to
the theme of the little mosquito. The mosquito lives a week. Why does he live
then, according to the logic of such a conservative person of the mind, why
does the mosquito live a week? Why should he live then, if he dies anyway?