So, I did today, as many as three good deeds «about the seven heads». I foresee the question: «Well, why are you attached to these car owners?» He will be asked by a person who is not burdened with brains. The one to which the lacking truth does not reach: it is necessary to bring. I bring: the case – not in the car, but in the types. Because they are not just types: types. They are the personification of unrighteousness, its quintessence and the focus of all the evils of the «exclusively inhuman» regime. For this regime excludes man from being, for it is for some men at the expense of others – and those others is the vast majority. And let me not on their behalf, but from among them. Therefore, in returning to the violators of traffic rules, I pay the whole regime. I reward, without even setting myself the goal of reward.
But my critic is also wrong for another reason. In my work, I do not limit myself to artificial frames. I am a «multi-stationer» – not from nature, but from such a life. Life does not allow for selectivity. Indeed, in this case, no less worthy of the number of potential customers will be overlooked. Alas, but a textbook of «there are many called here, but few chosen ones» needs substantially edited. In this: «as many as are called, there are as many elect».
It means that «I go out alone on the road» not to not see the forest behind the trees. And let me not enough for this work, this work is enough for me. After all, even in the Year of the Dog, or, there, the monkeys, our age is the Age of the Rogue! And our century is enough for our age!
Therefore, the «comrade» can be calm: «there will be a pipe for you, there will be a whistle». Have a condescension: I’m just getting up to speed. And then: it is impossible to grasp the immensity. And I am always ready to add: «but the possible need to embrace!» As one man said: «So let us cut these heads until the sword is dull!» And I am much closer to the literal interpretation of the covenant, than its author himself! So, if I need criticism, I myself am at my disposal. And not idle criticism for the sake of, but for the «correction line».
«Firefighters are looking for, police are looking for…", as one comrade wrote. People of my age remember how these searches and these lines ended: «Search everywhere, but they cannot find…". This poetic report on the search touched an unknown hero. I can rightfully take it to myself. And not with one reason: with many. First of all, they are looking for me too. Secondly, it is the police. Thirdly, they are looking for committing the heroic act in the amount of three to seven units. No matter what is heroic, only in my understanding. Fourthly, they are looking for me – and they cannot find me. And not because they are looking bad: because I help me not to find. After all, if they were looking for the hero of the poem, albeit for scanty, but still signs: a typical appearance, typical pants, then in my case the detectives don’t have that either. Well, I did not give anything at their disposal.