I write sometimes too fast and so invisibly, also because to many people it is still not clear enough how pepper complements the taste of seafood, along with the associative part, towards planetary life, to which it adds an SFX uncertainty, especially for more peppery souls. I can add it too to the needless expense that destroys billions of Euros on the search for a better planet, first a clean one with as little terraforming as possible, and second – we keep forgetting the six extinctions so far of almost all beings on Earth. Shall we wait for the seventh cataclysm...? Ehh, discover the truly right 'direction of investment' through this novel...

In the description of the Irchinuss Universe, however, as a world out of a dream, there exist not only several different kinds of dimensions of essence, but there also lives 'the last primal herd' of the galactic bush - the autochthonous human superraces, their ecological-planetary and galactic solutions, which really can help us.

They are our DNA primal seed from times that begin their dance – seemingly without seasonings or spices, let alone a faceless spirituality, before the big bang. But how did the superraces survive it (the Big Bang)? From there, a good many longer dreams come up to me, and the Second Heavenly Man! But, more of that later in the novel, because in a strange dividedness between 'imposed' and newly arrived SF dreams there teem lego joys, phoenixes of ozone discontent and rather happier loves, which seem not to want to 'survive' straight away in some inner state that is only mine, until precisely such, and inner, perfections out of anyone's soul disturb them from an outward ordinariness.