Though in an eternal search for a most reverend SF soul, my younger dreams were withdrawn from our world. But not even such dreams are harmful in the first place, and so alongside the most essential third one there were butterflies quite exotic; they took hold contritely before an evil light so that sorrow be to it, because in the fastest trend there is as much undiscovered bio-ecology for the earthly future as there are stars in the background picture. But, in the search for a better planet for a cleaner life, beside a bright and overabundant esotericism they would poorly convert the true shelters, precisely on account of the Hubble-like 'sight'...

And from that very year 1978 I questioned the harmful action of free radicals (because I do not chew cinnamon), and again in a jesting-minded way, several times: 'What is the true solution without alchemy on the road towards a graded eternity? One already shown?!'

All at once, eh yes, (I approved of cinnamon later) and precisely because of those questions there were born several rather important mishaps which do not make this novel easier for the mind to settle into, nor to read, because a good many golden essences turned themselves inside out in that over-serious word – 'eternity'. To begin with, I used it in the 'darker matter of word-formation' rather than the true one (astro – dark matter) and so I set off madly to describe the dreams that came to me more vividly, about the times before our scientific conception - the Big Bang. But, even with monadic dreams bearing a red colour that came to us seemingly cosmically, which I did not see well then, because I did not describe even that end of the sentence well with that inexplicable word – later, … Again I saw knowledge unsuited to the earthly, … mine first.