NEONOO, or PARADISE IN THE NOOSPHERE. Alexander Cherenov

one?»

      «Knowing the laws of nature, mankind becomes the main force comparable to geological ones, and begins to have a decisive influence on the course of processes in the sphere of the Earth covered by its influence.»

      Academician honestly weighs jaw without quotes— already.

      «Do you quote me by heart?!»

      Once again, I reward myself for spending a few minutes to memorize. Here, he is a life lesson: knowledge is never superfluous, and there is never much of it!

      «Yes, Vladimir Ivanovich,» I modestly lower my eyes. «But I do it not to hit someone with knowledge. Remember: «non sholae, sed vitae discimus!»? «We study not for school, but for life!» What is it for me? I’m talking about that, willy-nilly, I pushed off from your thoughts and came to my one. Here it is: since the shell is a form of matter, then its contents must be form in form. That is, not only by thought in space. And then I – subconsciously, of course – went further: if we, as humans, are the main force that has a decisive influence even on the sphere of the near-earth orbit, then we need only «point out» the noosphere to individual flaws! That is, if we only recognize ourselves as the main force and want to – and everything will come true! And it will be much more reasonably, than even Allah in the Quran. Remember: «When Allah decides a business, he will only say «Be it!» to it – and it happens!»

      «That’s incredible… and brilliant!»

      Even earthly eighty «with a tail» years does not interfere with academician put on the face valiant amazement. Unexpectedly for me, Vladimir Ivanovich turns out to be honest in the face of another’s achievement. But it is always not easy! And, if someone else’s is based on your basis, even more so! Such a position is a double feat: the feat of a scientist and the feat of a man!

      «That’s brilliant, like all the simple things!» academician unfolds praise. «How I myself have not reached this! After all, the thought and will of man is the creator of the noosphere! But thought and will are not taken away from the body! Remember, like a poet: „The will and work of a person are created by wondrous things!“ I wonder if other inhabitants of the noosphere can follow you, my young friend, that is, to manifest themselves and others?»

      «Well, the question is, of course, interesting!» But I think about it… almost without thinking: this is me – about creative inspiration.

      «It may be, dear Vladimir Ivanovich, that this is not an exclusive privilege. Perhaps, in this „Through the Looking Glass“ this „feat“ is within the reach of anyone, who can come up with it.»

      I make an expressive pause.

      «Or, maybe, that’s not so. Remember: „many are called, and few are chosen“!»

      «I think so also!» Alchemist applauds me with his eyes.

      «There is one more moment. Is it necessary to enlighten everyone, even if „the salvation of the drowning is the work of the drowning“? As far as I understand in biology, the contingent here is the most diverse, including not the most worthy of the „resurrection“.»

      Vernadsky excuses himself for a moment. Picturesque this spectacle is: an academician in a classic dress on reflection. For a classic outfit go beard, mustache, professorial mantle and velvet «skullcap».

      «Perhaps, you are right, young man. Knowledge, of course, is power. But sometimes it is so destructive power, that it is better to leave the potential carrier…»

      «With a nose»?» I «connect» to the academician.

      «No: with cash potential, without „extra load“! Let, better, the potential destroyers will remain „soul of thoughts“ – without a human shell!»

      «Soul of thoughts»…

      I immediately disconnect from reality due to employment shock. I am really shocked not so much by the wording, as by the opening of the fact. The same is necessary: in a word, to determine what I would need a damn lot of hours and paper!

      «And you said, that it was me a genius!»

      These are the first words, with which I get out of admiration. And I say them, not at all following the installation «The cuckoo praises the rooster for praising the cuckoo». Attacking the throat of my own «ego», I am just courageously reward.

      «And I do not give up my words!» without refusing words, Vernadsky refuses from a pedestal. And refuses with courage, match my own. But then I am «Their nobleness», in this context, at least.

      «In that case, let me share the laurel wreath!»

      Academician defeated – this time not by scientific reason, but the nobility «Their nobility is me».

      «What will we decide with the „soul of thoughts“?»

      This is an academician! Our person! That’s right: for whip – time, for laurels – an hour! Where is it to Maupassant – even with the true, in general, setting «Closer to the body!»

      «With the „soul of thoughts“?»

      I build a pause only for the sake of my own form. Simply put: for the monumental image: «The soul of the poet could not bear…"! There is no great need for posture: while we exchanged pleasantries with an academician, I had already thought of everything. Well, if not everything – everything is for a start. More precisely: for the initial stage.

      «Let’s make the account, Vladimir Ivanovich! Podushny! Let us separate, so to speak, the wheat from the tares: to whom – to life everlasting, to whom – «in quite even the opposite». There we will decide, to whom to see with the eye, to whom with the thought only, to whom to manifest ourselves, and to whom to remain the «mindless form». We will take into account with an alchemist. Subjectivism is… objective: «in the struggle you will find your right». And you, Vladimir Ivanovich, while you rest: your hour will come…

      Chapter three

      «Where two or three have gathered in my name – there I am with them.»

      I look around: the academician has not yet had time to «hide beyond the horizon», but this is clearly not him. And the text is not his! But the text is very familiar to me! Really is?..

      «This is Lord…» the alchemist turns artistically pale and strives to descend to four points.

      I peer and wave my hand – not a greeting, but dismissively (forgive, Lord… if you are… somewhere… elsewhere).

      «No, mate: if it was the Lord was there, he would have been elsewhere, not here, all the more so „unmanifested“! And this is the next „unthinkable spirit“. So, do not rush to drop the body – and at the same time dignity.»

      «The wicked and adulterous race…»

      «Well, well, buddy: calm down!» I do not show the slightest respect. At the same time, I don’t show the author either: «no need to hurry!» The society must be returned to a full-fledged citizen, but I’m not at all sure of the need for this comrade to «return»!

      Despite the clarifications received, the alchemist cannot determine the line of conduct. As a result, he chooses the «middle», although not a golden one at all: he fixes himself in a semi-bend. That is, from the support on four points the guy left, but the courage to expand the chest is not enough. That’s the damned legacy of the past! Okay, let’s not rush things. At one time, «the burdens of heavy will fall, the dungeons will collapse – and freedom will take you joyfully at the entrance…» «Chains» is, of course, «chains of faith», and «dungeons» are «darkness of consciousness».

      «Why do I see you „not from within myself“?» the first comer is upset with the move. The first counter he is: an academician is the first one found. «Why do I see you as if you are made of flesh and blood?»

      «That’s