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the most incredible shapes.

Try and unite

virginity and poverty,

and you won't need

any civil rights,

which will not be of any use

to you anyway.

Poverty will protect you

from the system,

and virginity from the fornications

of the system.

But I don't want your development

to take the path of acquisition.

I want your development

to take the path of renunciation.

Renunciation and loss.

And you'll become one

who isn't part of the system.

That's why, if you haven't

yet slept with a woman,

stay as you are.

End of part one

I can't help the feeling

that the sky doesn't exist...

...that it has disappeared

from above us.

Time has come into its final shape.

That's it, time has taken a shape.

It's no longer possible to dissent,

there is no point,

because the system will absorb

everything that has a meaning.

That's why, little one,

you should arm yourself with poverty,

and strike the system first.

Part 2

I'm scared for you, my little one.

You see, the sky used to be

our protective ceiling,

which protected me from the cosmos,

and the rubbish found there.

The sky used to be

our protective ceiling.

When I was still living

under the sky,

it was possible for some

of my thoughts not to materialise.

Now all my thoughts materialise.

It's like a growing cancer

spreading everywhere,

but it's a special type of cancer -

it doesn't let the body die,

so the corpse can constantly

conduct energy and power.

Today the system needs

more fine matter.

It wants society

to have superconductivity.

Now the system needs churches

and prayer houses...

...which means that all religions

are effectively disappearing.

Everybody before us

was afraid of this situation,

which is worse than any war,

and we have entered it.

We've entered the zone

of the objective laws of the system.

Do you remember those epileptics?

They found themselves cast out

because they didn't need

to go anywhere.

They were on the border of worlds,

and could see

into the nature of things.

Why see into the nature of things?

It's all been seen into already.

My little son, I'm closing my eyes

so that I can see you better.

I'm going to close my eyes.

Perhaps it used to be land...

...perhaps then it was possible

to feel the spirit. The spirit.

It was possible to touch it,

to talk to it, to live with it.

Or perhaps I'm just depressed?

I used to think, "Never mind

if I don't have anyone.

"I'll live with this land.

It's already sufficient."

I didn't mind sliding into poverty

because I knew

the land would support me.

And now,

with every passing day,

I clearly see

my utter uselessness,

here, where I'm standing.

My mother doesn't understand

what I'm talking about.

I tried to talk

to my girlfriend about this,

and terror engulfed me,

thinking what would happen to her,

staying with me.

The nightmare, soon to affect

everyone, is unfolding here.

And, if earlier, I wanted

to become a dissident,

to burn at the stake or to go mad,

now it's becoming clear

that to become a dissident,

one has to go mad first.

One has to go mad first.

Or die.

Chapter VI

SRULIK:

HUNGER:

NIGHTLIFE OF THE DESTITUTE

I wanted you

to come to this man.

But it's too late,

he's no longer on Earth.

He died, and birds

sang prayers at his funeral.

His name was Srulik.

He lived here, in the attic.

Doves would fly into his window,

eat from his plate.

When he was in bed,

doves would sleep on his face,

between his legs.

Srulik didn't use money

and never received a pension.

He sheltered women who escaped

from prison and being sectioned.

The women would bring him grain,

bread and wine.

Srulik told them stories

in which Earth was inhabited

by birds, not people.

Jacob was a bird, Sarah was a bird,

and David was a fledgling.

I'm increasingly getting this heavy

feeling that is difficult to explain.

As the situation is getting worse...

as the situation is getting worse.

The spirit is rapidly deserting

the land and the cities.

It's no longer possible to stop it.

People are losing their protection.

The system has entered the phase

of shaping itself,

of total survival by all means

possible so as to manifest itself.

It takes any shape.

It turns whatever threatens

its existence into its advantage.

It's possible now to build

and open new churches

because the spirit itself is leaving,

because any attempts

to keep the spirit in the system

will lead to another tragedy.

So, either a person lives

in the spirit and leaves the system,

and lives together with it...

...or identifies oneself with

the system and becomes its follower,

its slave, forever.

The spirit is leaving.

The spirit is leaving!

And the energy which stays...

...will have a quality

not acceptable to everyone,

only to the followers of the system.

Decent, intelligent people

simply won't find

enough concentrated energy,

that light and that piece of bread

which could help them

to revive their own world.

That person will look like

an alcoholic who needs a drink...

...while there is no drink

to be found.

This will lead to intellectual death.

A person in such a lost state can

easily be pushed in any direction.

It's not essential whether

I'm going to be persecuted, or not...

It will be more or less

the same thing.

What's important is that the forces

at work will control everyone,

everyone who is moving

against the flow.

Once Srulik developed a fever

he said,

"I know,

soon the other world will come.

"In childhood I heard there is a book

"which tells how to re-consecrate

arms, legs, sexual organs."

He called the doves "poor beggars".

Srulik said,

"To touch a pauper, I don't

have to go out and touch them.

"I've learnt to exchange warmth."

Srulik taught the bird language

to the women.

Adam knew the bird language.

When, after the death of Srulik,

the police broke in

to arrest the women...

...one of them

hid a dove under her clothes

and jumped out of the window.

The woman fell five storeys

to her death.

When her body was turned over

a white dove,

with wings tinged red,

flew out and disappeared.

One beggar said

people don't give coins -

but unbutton themselves.

"They unbutton themselves for me.

"They get undressed.

"Unbuttoning one,

then another, then another.

"Men and women unbutton themselves

from me. They undress and pass by.

"It only lasts a few seconds,

"but that's enough

for me to see them totally naked."

The moment you leave society,

you are confronted by eternal fear.

One can't immediately

leave society.

You eat and drink, you live,

and you're already a part of society.

Don't eat, don't drink, then you'll

be able to live outside society.

Otherwise, whatever you say,

whatever your spiritual capacity,

your ability to see through things,

if you are moving with society,

you don't truly see through things -

instead you are doing work.

You work for society,

even when you see through things.

My little son, you don't see me,

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