There is only one place under the sun, even if the sun is millions. Each civilization of the galaxy has its own purpose. Each is unique and unique. But what is uniqueness worth if there is no freedom in it? What is the place under the sun if you are not allowed to go into the shade? And what is freedom worth if it is given from above, if it is turned into a fetish? ... Peter Khrumov realized that the stars are only toys in the hands of others He passed the test of absolute non-freedom, passed through a world where the motto "love, friendship and work" is as false as it is on Earth. He did not know that the worlds of absolute freedom would be even worse. He did not know that he would have to look for a way out where there was simply no way out. And again turn to the devotional formula of "love, friendship and work" to try to save... It is not just about saving [themselves]. Continue reading “Stars are Cold Toys”