in life will already begin to change. That is, all the circumstances will change,
something in his affairs will be canceled, possibly. Maybe this person will fall
ill, on account of which he’ll have to go to a clinic located in the city where I am
now. And the system will arrange everything with that person — that is, with
that girl and with me — such that we’ll sort of collide head-on. That is, they
showed me roughly how this works, if I’m going to somehow influence the
world with my requests. And not only in the example, naturally, with the girl,
but in general. Maybe from the making of a decision about which city or country
I choose now, everything will also immediately be restructured and everything
around will change. It can change altogether, figuratively speaking — even if there
are supposed to be some catastrophes in the world, everything will be replayed
such that these catastrophes will shift from certain points, from certain places,
to completely different territories. Purely theoretically, one can even suppose
this. This is, again, a theory, this is my reflection. After all, I do record my whole
novel as my notes, as my path. Possibly something will be corrected later; in
some things maybe I was mistaken, or maybe, on the contrary, all of this will be
confirmed, what I’m now reflecting on. And to return to the theme of girls — why
don’t I like this theme? Because it doesn’t matter to me. That is, it’s not so much
that the higher powers compelled me, but it’s as if it doesn’t matter to me what
kind of person it will be. Seriously, that’s how it looks. You can’t treat this like
a trip to the store, after all. What difference does it make what your person will
look like? God gave you this person, as they say, and that’s how she’ll be. Whatever
person is supposed to be with you, that’s how they’ll be. I have no right, as they
say, to be capricious, to choose, or to nitpick at anything. That is, I’m brought up
differently like that — I’d even say not by my parents, but already by the higher
powers, especially over the last years. I believe that whoever is supposed to be,
that’s who will be. How can you go and choose what color this person’s hair should
be, what height, what face, what kind of family they should be from, or how old?
It’s so strange. That’s not the main thing, after all. The main thing is compatibility,
you understand? If I’m incompatible with this person, and we’re going to be like
cat and dog, then what difference does it make how this person looks, how old
they are, and even if they have ten degrees. But since I was asked, since it was
already hinted to me so directly from all sides that it’s absolutely necessary to
settle this — as if to pay attention to it, to think about it and attach significance