The dreams in this novel nobody ought to seek, on account of RNA, as somebody's or their material plan, not even through the cosmic embracedness of the stories. Instead of the plan of the superraces and our theories about the ether, one could see them, without a thought of Yoga, as distant and soulfully robed birds.

And those birds seem to fly in bodies with wretched traitors, and so, through an unnaturally instructive fall, they look imperfect – they are trial ones. However, the birds are in essence also the spin of souls that seem to be migratory birds without natural aids but with computer ones, which wander from cataclysmic signposts. At once they seek your rush in, your soaring up into some higher atomic shells, into your thoughts, and the this-worldly dream and plan, sometimes the most modern Vimana. For those who perhaps do not know what a Vimana is, that, you see, is God's mightiest Flying Craft, the Royal Chariot, call it what you will.... And precisely for that reason this is an esoteric fantasy and above all an enigmatically structured - spiritual work.

Whether it will lay bare the 'essences' of the cosmic worlds to your soul too, you will see, because souls are un-typical of the unsalted atomic seas, which have luck in misfortune (if I may blurt it out like this at the very start) because they are rather large in the oversalted parts, out of some in or deliberate out descriptions, for most egoistically unsuitable bodies. And were the esoteric hunters of the shallows to oversalt them, perhaps only because those cleverer than they are tell them that too many planned-out courses do no good to the soul either, that has not been done here.