When we are told to “take care of yourself, and then rule the world around you,” we are terribly deceived

Why a person is afraid of change is understandable: he was born in such torment.

It felt good in your stomach - lie down, soak up the warmth and listen to what’s knocking and making noise outside. My wife and I noticed how the child in the stomach gets scared and quiets down if, God forbid, she gets sick and starts coughing when sick. There's noise inside!

But what is this, I say, in comparison with childbirth.

With some kind of primordial memory, people understand that this nightmare is like death. You are being torn out of a small, habitable, seemingly only possible space - but why? What didn't you see there?

The fact of the matter is that I didn’t see anything.

Maybe there’s nothing good there, but you can’t spend your whole life swimming in amniotic fluid.

We know where people get all this unhealthy passion for just referring to the “evolutionary path of development.” They no longer want a repeat of the horror that happened to them once, in the ninth month after conception.

Meanwhile, evolution does not presuppose a painless stay in the warmth and pleasant slush, but completely catastrophic changes by human standards - terrible, revolutionary, when the skull is deformed, and the mother screams in pain.

Life is about this.

Modern Russian people, listen to him, have essentially the same dream of returning to the womb - perhaps in consciousness and with the opportunity to realize sexual interests and other modest playful passions.

I just returned from Siberia - it’s cold there, snowy there, minus forty there.

I’m still trying to understand how it happened that in ancient times people got up from their homes and went God knows where for adventures, risking their lives, freezing and starving. They sat in their wretched plows and for some reason discovered a cape, a peninsula, a river, a hill - and more often they didn’t open anything and froze in the ice, scrawling on the board, they say, sorry wife, I won’t make it back, I’m completely frozen, turned into a lollipop.

For several centuries, the country of Russia grew daily - now a clearing, now a meadow, now a wonderful island. Every year it was erected around the city, so many children were born that no Chinese could ever dream of.

From the amniotic fluid, Russian man swam into the world ocean, bit into new lands and new mountains.

The last revolution was in the middle of the last century - well, remember, Gagarin’s smile, the early Strugatskys, conquerors of the Universe and other now forgotten nonsense.

Since then, people have not really wanted to build a city on permafrost. He doesn't want to go into space. It doesn't even really want to reproduce. Like, you have to live on your own - and why create poverty at all. The fact that he himself was once spawned is not taken into account. He didn't ask.

We didn’t ask anyone to develop the tundra, open Cape Dezhnev, or build ice drifts. Therefore, do not bother us over trifles.

People don’t want to realize that everything we have - from the earth we walk on to the God we believe in - is the result not of the “small deeds” that people love to talk about now, but of global projects, great achievements , asceticism, passion for change.

Human evolution is not a habit of hanging on the umbilical cord until it breaks, but a continuous birth.

Scream, pain, and the inevitable new life.

When we are told that we need to take care of ourselves first, and then rule the world around us, we are terribly deceived.

A person truly changes only when he plunges into the world with all his might. A person becomes a person in plowing, in feat, in search, and not in self-digging.

If you want to change bad habits, it’s much better to start by changing and turning the country around you inside out. Alter it again, lengthen the sleeves, attach a bow to the chest, do something weird. Here the habit of biting your nails will disappear unnoticed.

Otherwise—hand on heart—what will they remember about us later? A?

Can you seriously think of anything to say in our defense? That we maintained wonderful stability and pumped a lot of black oil out of the ground in order to continue to maintain stability?

What for?

This has never been the goal of humanity. It would have no gods, no heroes, no songs, if it exclusively protected its peace and silence around.

However, if you don’t need heroes, gods, or songs, then there’s nothing to talk about.

I call upon myself fire, cold and rockfall