It was a long two weeks. Fate writes its Post Script, significant finals. Perhaps life is like synchronization with some undulation of a surface, a resonance. And the departure is the desynchronization, the end of the harmony and the falling depth. On a call, perhaps in a different accord.

רָחוֹק, מַה-שֶּׁהָיָה; וְעָמֹק עָמֹק, מִי יִמְצָאֶנּוּ.

In any case, one of the important principles of all being seems to be remembering. The possibility of any continuation, evolution, even revolution is associated with the need to recognize and preserve some of what has been. On the socio-civilization, individual-organic and quite basic, material-energy level. Without it, there is homogeneous chaos, or there is nothing.

I keep on writing the "log". So far, it turned out to be a bit different than expected. But it has fulfilled some task. We'll see what's next.

As the next project is supposed to be at least partially international, I will try to publish entries with an English translation.