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[Alexandr Korol]

was born, yes, he doesn’t remember where he’s from, who he was before, he was
born, but why is he talented and another isn’t. Why does he, let’s say, know, see
and understand more, as if over a lifetime he has already, as if over some past life,
lived through all the lives. And after all, back then, when I appeared as such a little
one, I appeared precisely in such a way that I knew everything, saw everything,
felt everything, there was so much magic that even now I haven’t reached it.

But then I began to reflect in an even more complicated way. It’s difficult to
imagine, of course, and possibly right now I might confuse you, the reader, but
I have the feeling that back then, figuratively speaking, at twenty years old I was
already somehow magical, let’s put it that way. And then something happened,
let’s say, I died or however you’d call it. And everything further that I’ve been
living after twenty years old — this isn’t that life, but an entirely different one, a
parallel one. As if I set off into the past, in order to live the way I lived back then
before twenty. That is, look… At twenty I was already super-magical, but I didn’t
know where I knew all this from. Then, let’s suppose, something happened, but I
didn’t notice it. And further, my whole life from twenty to thirty-five, that is, up
to now — this isn’t that me, but an entirely different reality, into which I ended
up without knowing it. But so that I wouldn’t lose my mind and would perceive
everything normally, the year is the same, the age is the same, everything goes as
if it were normal life, which is why I didn’t notice it. But it’s as if back then, after
twenty years old, I became ordinary, twenty, twenty-one years old, I became an
ordinary person. That is, as if I ended up in the past, in the past altogether, in
another parallel reality, like some entirely other reality, where I’m not magical
and I live my whole life in order to become magical. Here I am now thirty-five,
I’m only just learning to be this magical one, but this is the past. And in the future
I’m not older than thirty-five, but on the contrary, I’m twenty. Because it’s like
a parallel life, that is, in some parallel life, where I was with the first books, as
Alexandr Korol, super-magical. Back then I was already the one who had found
the philosopher’s stone and had come to know everything. That’s why I always
expressed myself the way I did, why I was immediately able to do everything
and capable of everything. Or I’m passing through it all anew. I perceived all
this within one linear time, as if I simply somehow had one soul and abilities,
and then all at once they made me a zero, empty, so that I would pass through