Книги #dream

Deep in the Heap, at the junction of rotting leaves and eternity, lives a Beetle who has learned the theory of the perfect Sphere. His world is a closed universe with its own dogmas, until it is invaded by a Firefly — the living embodiment of a different meaning, whose inner light illuminates new truths. This story is a tender and severe parable about the search for meaning in a meaningless order, about a love that becomes a bridge between worlds, and about the quiet peace that awaits those who dare to let their Sphere roll into the unknown.

Amurka is an Amur tiger. The last of her kind. Or the first? Her world is a zoo where reality is reassembled from scratch each day. She senses the falseness in the spotlight beams, in the smell of artificial meat, in the keeper's thoughts. She is an error in the system, a bug that learned to think. And when she is first offered freedom, the main question becomes not how to escape the cage, but what truly lies beyond its walls.

Perhaps the way out is not to escape the cave, but to cease being its prisoner by learning to distinguish the alien fire from the inner light. This is a painful, but the only path to tasting reality again — bitter, raw, and truly our own.

Do you know that poignant state between sleep and wakefulness, when the space behind closed eyelids feels more authentic than the morning light outside the window? When your skin still holds the memory of the Himalayan wind, and your nostrils carry the dust and saffron from the markets of Varanasi? What if these fleeting worlds are not just dreams, but a curtain slightly drawn back, a hint that our lives are performed simultaneously on many stages?
The ancients called this "Lila" — a play where you are not merely an actor dutifully reciting a part. You are both the light that trembles with your every move and the shadows cast by the will of this light. You are the very space where it all unfolds. At a certain moment, the need to choose between the role and your self disappears — all that remains is an astonished soaring in a space where the observer and the observed finally recognize each other.

What remains when the entire universe collapses? Only thought. "I think, therefore I am" — this phrase by Descartes became not only a point of reference but also a verdict, forever imprisoning Western man in the solitary confinement of his own consciousness. Where is the proof that the external world is real? That other people are not merely convincing puppets in the dream of our lonely mind? This text is a journey into the heart of the most agonizing mystery of our existence. From Descartes' stove to Kafka's nightmares, from the gaze of the Other in Sartre to the abyss in the eyes of a stranger on the subway, from the digital ghosts of social networks to the temptation of an artificial interlocutor. This is the story of how the tragedy of solitude gives birth to music, love, and a great, quiet courage — the courage to believe in the reality of the other.

"We are like astronauts, forever stranded in orbit, who, having relinquished all hope of returning to Earth, begin to perceive the icy, lifeless splendor of the starry sky as their new home. And in this acceptance lies a certain, bitter freedom."
A child draws the sun as a circle with rays. A scientist sees it as a raging thermonuclear inferno. Where does true reality reside? This is a journey from Husserl's phenomenology to Baudrillard's simulacra, from Plato's cave to the server racks of social networks. An essay on how we learned to live in a labyrinth with no exit, and why, knowing it to be a simulation, we still persist in drawing a warm sun. Perhaps this very gesture constitutes the last bastion of the human.

Newton's clockwork mechanism has ground to a halt. It has been supplanted by a Universe woven from quantum probabilities, where matter is executable code and reality is rendered on demand.
This essay is a guide beyond the confines of conventional physics, into a realm where the principle of "It from Bit" acquires digital flesh. Here, superposition is a state of lazy loading, and the past is a database that the system optimizes in real-time.
Within this paradigm, your consciousness is not a passive observer but a quantum tuner. The very act of your attention becomes a system call, compelling reality to make a choice. You are no longer a reader of the great Book of Creation — you are its co-author, whose gaze translates silent potential into a single version of existence.