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[Alexandr Korol]

even dogs, it’s clear that they have different kinds of dogs, just like mosquitoes.
Well, for you a mosquito, any mosquito is the same, although, in reality,
there is a very big bunch of kinds of them. Well, you, of course, have seen a
couple, there is a super big one and a super small one, but it’s not important.
But with dogs the example is better. Let’s take now the family of dogs, taken
from somewhere, it’s not clear where from. Also curious. They still differ.
But in reality the general code, that is generally the general code of the dog
god, that is the dog code, it is one. Further it is already this kaleidoscope
— it is this mirroring of each other, and a bunch, bunch of copies, copies,
copies... And these are all dogs. And in them there is still one certain dog
code, and further already goes a mixture of some of their differences.
That’s why there is a dog that is big, small, more fastidious, more prone
to allergies, more there something else, and off it goes. So it turns out
that even if we now take just some one breed Labrador, then no matter
how many Labradors are born now every day and die — the Spirit of
the Labrador, it still is present one and the same, and it is immortal.
How can such a thing be? Curious.
Well, and why is it curious? Because after all, with mosquitoes, with dogs,
everything seems clear. But people? And now let’s take a human as an
example. After all, a human for you is not just some little animal. A human,
every human on Earth considers himself conscious, smart. Considers that
he makes decisions correctly, that he knows everything. And on one hand,
even from what I am learning now, what an illusion of imagination is, I even
now know the answer as to why he considers it so. Because he actually,
I would say, he is not mistaken. After all, in his world he truly knows it, simply
he has a small world, a small bubble, he lives in it, and he sees it this way, this
bubble, that is, his reality. For him it’s completely different, what for him is
trouble, what for him is happiness. He lives in his imaginary world, the
projection of his own soul. And so there is such a little human.
And therefore he truly, everything that he does, he is right in everything
within the framework of his world. Someone who is higher than him,
of course, he would smash all these illusions, would show a completely
different big bubble, but that is for later. So and what? If, again, here are
mosquitoes, dogs and people, human — it turns out that there are people —