And he seems never to burrow, and so, content with a lonely bird that does not eat earthworms, he worries about rain or about coming out onto the white-hot surface of ignorance. Although the WORM too would wish for the germ of a fashionably stupid wish not to discover in time that fatally primitive face of our this-worldly life, our energetically 'weak', that is, weakened cosmic surroundings, which are like one who feeds on earthworms, I give them all the riches.

And what is that weakened supposed to signify?

And why should I give the worm riches?

The essence always lags tragically behind on account of creeping, it is amoebically too simple and sometimes hidden within itself - our universe is of the evolutionary type, here there are no superior energies for 'the life of the soul', and better said still – for bodies there are no more advanced indicators built in as protection. Wherever we set off into space, we need at least a thousand more of them than those imagined in our computer games.

Can we, as some sort of majority, reach perfectly built Universes? Eternal ones! And who claims that? And which perfect Universes? Where are they? The being from the Irchinnuss Universe explains the Earthly undesirable states to me like this, as though it had been watching us for a long time: 'From that Aristarchus all the way to today, your aggregate 'Milky Mercies' are a swarm of more - less known astro world-views, which for you evidently seem not to hold... And for ultra-intelligent 'souls' they agree to compromises with all too well hidden, macro-cosmic guardians. Greener Aliens you do not need at all, you have long been able to exterminate yourselves.