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[Alexandr Korol]

And so I understand — this reboot, this transition, will probably still be
happening. It will be happening in stages. That is — after all, I have to decipher
the matrix and publish it in the eleventh volume, so that the end of the book
would be shocking. Otherwise, how would it be — the tale would come out that
I understood everything, found the exit, and left — what is that? No. I found the
exit — truly. Just like in a picture, I stuck my head in there — I peeked, compared,
even saw that there everything is completely different — and I surfaced back,
returned to you in the eleventh volume. Hello.

Maybe I should keep diving in and out like this for now, and describing it —
and then, at some moment, I’ll disappear. Possibly. And it’s interesting how
it will happen. People probably won’t even understand anything. Let me give
the example with this city and the neighbouring city again: if I drove off to the
neighbouring city, stayed there for 5 hours, and then returned — I have already
returned not to the place I used to live in, since all of that was erased. I have
already returned to something else, but the people are the same. They remember
me, and everything that happened in the last few days, and I remember them
the same way. So for them, it’s as if no change has happened. But in fact, they
are different, and I am different. And so it turns out — even if I cross over there,
where I am crossing over to, I might meet up further on with all my friends,
acquaintances, relatives. And I’ll even be able to write books: there will be some
readers there. But they won’t understand that I am a different me, and they are
different theys. So that’s how it is.

Also, for some reason — while I was there with one foot — very often and strongly,
love was being highlighted to me. Not the love I always speak about — love for
people, acceptance — but human love, between a man and a woman. When she
has to fully believe in me, 100%, and not think about herself, but only about me.
And I have to, 100%, believe in her and think about her, not about myself. And
such real, magical, strong love. And from this, all the wonders can be. But it’s as
if it were unreal to find and to make such a thing happen. I remember, when as
a young man I had just appeared with the first of my draft chapters, I reflected
on this theme — that there must be a man who is 100% developed spiritually
and pure, and a woman just like him. And if, together, they also find each other,
that is love. In theory it’s all clear, but how this can be physically, in reality,
is the question.