It is possible to take one more step, in general last within the limits of a recognition of a reality and materiality of the Universe, -
there is no circle, there is no time, there is no return, forward and return movement on a needle of times, raspolosuem Moebius's
this stuck together ring on separate strips, will make Time flat fiction - simply accident defined by sequence of strips combined by
a pack of human and world destiny. Reshuffle them, and will see the death long before a birth, or own life still before were born,
or the terrible neighbourhood of the beginning and the end between which anything is not present, or an infinite life if tarota
death has casually dropped out, has got lost from a patience of human destinies.
Not so the sequence of events is important (it is possible to tell that it is completely not important), how many events. It is
uninteresting that was to them even if you know it, and it is not interesting that happens then even if you are informed on it. If to
write down on a paper that I have dictated on a film, without numbering sheets and displaying them on a table before myself in
any order much more correctly and more authentically to read so - casually choosing from a heap, without paying attention to the
incoherence, first full misunderstanding of an event, scantiness and reflexivity, and it and will be a life. So are constructed and
our memoirs and as I strongly suspect so is under construction both our Installed, and our life, and our representation about Time
no more than the convenient excuse justifying searches of nonexistent Meaning of the life and Sense of Life are under
construction