One thing is certain about the content of this book: Zarathustra did not say anything like this. I’ve probably thought about it more than once.... Because the questions are increasingly simple and obvious. Exciting pursuits of the mind for an elusive thought, the violent use of the letters of the Cyrillic alphabet, the cruel transformation of meanings, the coffin on the wheels of samsara, the bloody traces of midnight illuminations, the dazzling glow of human stupidity - all this, incomprehensible and uncertain. Max Fry didn't say that either. But from time to time he recorded - on paper napkins in cafes, on the turnover of advertising leaflets, on the poplars of elephants supporting the earth's hardness, on cumulus clouds, in his own phone and on the fields of the day before yesterday's newspapers .. Because sometimes writing down is the easiest way to think and formulate.