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[Alexandr Korol]

will work out in life. But somehow I want my own things. Don’t I have my own taste, my own opinion? I say, “Yes, please. Try something according to your own taste, according to your own opinion. A man tries it, and then his life turns to rubbish. And why is that? Because it was his opinion, his taste. It’s hard, isn’t it? It must make you sad, and you think, “What the heck?” That’s the paradox! What always offended everyone around me, my friends, or when I was in a relation- ship? It pissed everyone off that “Why is Alex always right and we should listen to him?” And I’d say to everyone, “But I was just born that way”.

When you live among people, it’s better to listen to yourself than to people. In my case it’s a bit different. And in that case, no matter what you argue about, you will always be wrong. As hard as that sounds. And yes, you’re going to get really pissed off. You’re going to think, “What the heck?” because you’re competing with me as a human being. You’re thinking, why the hell should you listen to a human being, to me as if I am a human being? Who the hell is he? But this is a little bit different. And that’s the point. It’s even in all these pictures that are religious. Who’s leading everyone? All those who have turned away from Him, they’re all trapped, fallen down. And all those who have turned to him have gone into the light, up. That’s how it is. And that’s the way it’s always been, the same mini-version in life. When I was young, in school and in college, when a person turned to me, their heart turned on. When they listen to me. And when they start thinking about themselves, they switch off from me and immediately their heart switches off and that’s it. That’s the way it is, something has to happen in the world for people to realise it, to understand it. Of course everybody wants to be the smartest. Everybody wants everything their own way. That’s the struggle on the other side. These egoists, they can say, “Yes, this Korol, this egoist, has taken on a lot. So you’re the only one who is right? And we’re all wrong?”
You see, history repeats itself. I don’t belong to myself. I’m a messenger, a trans- mitter. It hurts people’s pride, but I don’t ask for anything. I don’t need anything from people. I am just a figure here who either energises or annoys everybody. And I should just look at all this and hope that most people come to their senses. On the 30th of December I had a conversation with the messenger. I was sitting at a table, not alone, but with an acquaintance. And I said to him: “Listen, don’t turn your head. But I think the messenger has come”. I just said this to him and