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Ehh, and into a bottomless well

a new dream set off, again in someone else's order, the mixed-upness in it is terrible, I keep silent too long, I did not want to tell anyone about the being that from time to time came into my dreams from other people's... and whenever I would study its seemingly only seemingly mad queries out of our scientific books, the boring repetitions would stop...

But that too changed too quickly.... The development of connected dreams again followed in succession ('from space') with strange messages, because 'our sciences' would act only as my incidental contribution to the stories; as though for the being too, on account of the 'my-headed' speakers, any 'configuration of atoms' would right then become unnecessary and unimportant for the sake of any being or insight. Ehh, and just when I thought that the special speakers were only my imagining, I was badly disappointed, because they are not a small 'choir of shares' out of conceited logoi or of a possibly later worked-off multievolutionary thought - they are more than those... à la config queries... The complexity of the states kept raging in vain. Perhaps because of the 'Tastelessly Rigged Jokes', mostly out of my imaginings about creation, about the 'Cosmic Soup'...

Ahh, yes... on account of those states I felt that the population of our evolution crawls, creeps like that earthworm... and it is not from Earth... Here I felt that I must cut short the novel's share of essence, because this is the end of this fore-introduction.