NEONOO, or PARADISE IN THE NOOSPHERE

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 because we are of flesh and blood!» I do not consider it necessary to feel sorry for a friend. Well, that is, I am selling him the truth without anesthesia, although I know that it is very painful.

Comrade qualitatively «turns pale» – and even «lack of availability» cannot prevent him from doing so.

«And what about me?! Why am I not..»

«The expression of horror» completely replaces the «pallor» «on the face of the first comer». I continue to kill the comrade of true life.

«Well, if you really are the Almighty, connect! Say «Be it!» – and it will be! As far as I remember, you threatened to «build the temple in three days»! So there was the temple, and here is just an image! Go ahead, man: act! Only about the «wicked people»… that’s no longer needed: there no fools here! You understand: there is no one to «hang noodles on the ears»! And nowhere!

«I…»

The man «frantically swallows saliva»: obviously did not expect such an excess of the truth of life.

«You are Jesus of Nazareth!» I do without a question mark. I do it like the surgeon: no pity – but in favor! The guy shudders and drooped shoulders.

«Yes, I am Jesus, the Son…»

«With a capital letter, please!»

I «make a test shot» without the slightest compassion to the object of work. And then: «if not me – then who?!» Jesus, who is the «Son», «pulls his shoulder» again, because he is confronted with reality again, even if not as primitive as Renan’s.

«I don’t understand you, son…»

«The son of my father!» I appear to be the first «at the microphone» again. «Just as real as your dad is a carpenter! Therefore, let’s better – without the „fathers“ and „sons“! At a minimum, don’t claim a capital letter: „walk“ with a capital letter! Otherwise, I will demand proof!»

«The wicked and adulterous race seeks for signs…» «the voice of «Jesus» trembles – and I do not stand it.

«Again… But I asked you. I did want the best! Well, then do not say, that I did not warn you! So: if you do not want to get the bad, in the good it will be even worse! Simply put: if you once again talk about the „wicked one“, I will leave you…»

The guy freezes with a «drooping jaw».

«… No, not without sweet: without development!»

«???»

Well, what’s the demand for it: the first century… A.D.! This is «collective farm», in one word! Darkness! Gray!

«You will remain „insensible spirit“!»

The man «bends in the knees». I do not stay away from the process, of course. That is – with the «medical gun at the temple».

«Do you agree to remain nee Jesus – without claims on Christ?»

The man «drops a tear»: it’s difficult to part with the ranks, but to part with self-deception it’s unbearable completely.

«Do not delay, Izzy!»

I «extend my hand to Jesus, at the same time trampling on Christ with my feet».

«Take sin from the soul! It will be easier immediately: I know!»

That’s from the movie a little bit, but, in fact, it’s true. The object of the work «sighs»: the step is in the right direction. As they say: «it’s more a little, it’s more a little bit».

«Well, confess it! I do not hang you „aggravating circumstances“! That’s though intent, but without mercenary motives! You… how is it?.. not only not for the golden-silver, but „suffered for all mankind“ also! Word of a gentleman: it will be counted! Sincere confession mitigates punishment! And in your case completely free! Well, what’s your opinion?»

«Izzy» «drops his head»: he is consonant.

«Why did you hesitated – you had to immediately confessed!» I approve of the ward under the expression of horror on the face of the alchemist. Here, you and «advanced thoughts»: hole in the ass is not iron! As they say, «There is no God, but the hell knows!»

«And for this – here you are from the „kind of evil and adulterous“!»

Finally I «stand» on the object, once again, but already in the process of work. The effect is amazing! Jesus slowly appears in the air. Looking around, and then feeling himself, he stares at me with awe and not at all reverent envy.

«So this is you?!»

«No!»

I am «frivolous», but I resolutely renounce other people’s laurels: there are enough of them.

«I’m not him! That is – not you… Well, that is… not the Anointed! I would explain to you… if you understood…»

This man, albeit from the first century, but insulted at the level of the twentieth. I relate it not to his merits, but to mine: I «attached» him, although it is accessible in form, but thoroughly. And what of this: isn’t it «available in form «one boxer puts another?! There is a big mind it is not required – neither to «attach», nor to understand, that you have been «attached»!

«So, be content, brother, with what you are… in kind and full size!»

Jesus shakes his head – not conditional now.

«I’m not self-serving for the sake of…»

«That’s why you are „developed film“!» I frown: I do not like to come back to the covered material! Well, this is not the case, when repetition is the mother of learning! «Izzy, we know your „beautiful spirits“! And for this we deeply appreciate you and even respect you! But just do not need more attempts to improve the human breed! Well, there is no in stock, the human breed, I mean!»

Illustrating the text, I move my hand around the mental space.

«Do you see, at least, one object of educational work?»

«…» Jesus remains honest.

«Here you go! We now, my friend, we should not think about improving, but about finding the material. And why? That’s because as one comrade sang: „After all, we have not been on Earth for a long time!“ Feel that… you feel nothing?»

Jesus again honestly refuses the image of the Lord.

«Here, this and that!»

I don’t show off… well, well: I don’t show off too much against the background of one who, when he was an earthling, declared himself «the Son of God». Although, I will not deny: «standing up» precisely on this comrade… or rather, on his ambitions is not the last pleasure.

«What are we going to do?»

Jesus, it seems, resolutely – in all his indecision – refuses to claim the role of Christ. Now in front of me… in front of us with the alchemist – is a small, confused, useless Jew from the prehistoric era. And this is not an insult: all «declared» is in stock. How can you not remember Celsus and Tertullian: «terrible face and body». I will not say anything for the greatness of the spirit: I have not yet become acquainted, but everything else is in existence. «Christ» is a crook, a short-legged man and disproportionately large head – obviously, not due to an excess of brains. In a word – in a few words: disproportionately folded, face dark, black-haired, curly-headed, and with a hunchbacked nose. The general impression is: life is not a fairy tale of John Chrysostom! They dressed the classic Jew in the ancient god – and now I have to «clear this mess» and «enjoy the spectacle»… of the truths of life!

«What we are going to do? First of all, dear „Lord“…»

Well, now, I cannot deny myself the pleasure to «stand up» again on «our Lord»! I understand, that is not good, but I cannot! They «fed me spiritually» so that they «fed me» to vomiting! So that, as they say: «I return your portrait»!

«… So, first of all, my friend, „let’s go on milestones“! We will look for people… among people!»

«…»

Jesus is not Christ again. But, give him credit – he even does not try. For this, I —once again also – «condescend»… to «our Lord» (forgive, Lord, our sins!).

«Do remember Diogen, Izzy! A man not in vain spent lamp oil in broad daylight: try, find a man!»

«Why do we need him?»

That’s right, Izzy: «we»! As the saying goes, «let’s drink for the fact, that none of us, no matter how high it takes off, should not break away from the team!» You are on the right track, Lord… sorry: Jesus!»

I unfold an overbearing – and even «commander in chief» – glance at Jesus. The guy instantly «disappears with his eyes»: he is already beginning to understand life.

«The question is correct and timely. We are not looking for our own kind: here they alone are. As they say, it would be something to look for. No, brother: we need not just humans – we need comrades!»

«Fishermen of men?» Jesus comes to life… or Christ is in Jesus.

I grin – correctly and economically.

«No, brother. We need apostles not of faith, but of deeds only. Sorry, but we don’t need your company.»

«???» Jesus never ceases to be honest. That is, does not cease to be a man.

«Not everyone got into our tight circle»!»

«…»

Rejection of the question marks in the eye indicates that Jesus, even without being acquainted with Vysotsky, is familiar with common sense. This should be appreciated – and I appreciate it.

«This world… let’s call it so – is not a garbage can…»

Even a dark complexion does not interfere with Jesus to blush qualitatively. I still knowingly suspected the man presence of brains. It already begins to seem to me, that in our century he would have descended for his… if he had not opened his mouth: silence is gold.

«I see, Izzy: you already are „on the way to the truth“! Yes, brother: it is very regrettable, but your accomplices… blame: allies… they are not needed in this world! They did not pass the competitive selection!»

«In this world?»

No, the guy obviously is «not smarter than a locomotive». But we, too, «are not sewn up», and «are not made with a finger»! And I squeeze a condescending smile on my face.

– Don’t, mate! You have long understood, that «there is no hell, no heaven in the shine of heaven»!»

«Why are you – so?»

«This is not me: this is LaVey, „Satan’s Bible“! But, in this case, I agree with him!.. Like you also…»

«Like me?!»

Jesus reflexively holds his hands behind his back. I’m grinning.

«Izzy, it will not save you from voting! Yes, you have already voted!»

At this time, the sponsored remains without text: «matured» and «reached».

«Well, here: «And you were afraid!»

I am once again satisfied with the sight of the «fallen idol», but – quickly and without unnecessary suffering for the object of work now. The guy is already «on the path of correction»: he recognizes his subordinate position – why should «wipe my feet on him»… at least, not through time?!

«Am I alone really…»

Jesus does not even ask: ascertains. Moreover, he is «killing himself» and «sprinkles himself with ashes». In such circumstances, you need to condescend to him: he is still useful!

«And I am alone, completely alone with my healthy team!» I twist my cheek.

«???» Izzy does not turn on. I apologize by my eyes quickly. I feel: that’s not enough – and «turn on the sound»:

«The song was like that. The comic song it was. But, as you know, in every joke there is just a fraction of the joke.»

«…» Izzy doesn’t betray him.

«This is me – to the fact, that you are not alone, mate, if we are here!»

And I make a wide circle gesture, covering us with the alchemist, who all this time silently shook my disrespect for «our Lord Jesus Christ». The glance of Jesus is getting a little clearer.

«I understand it. As the saying goes: «do we have no idea?»

My jaw falls off: here, you – the first century A.D.»! He is – our man almost! And then: in the «gods» fools do not go! And if they do, they are not accepted!

«But, nevertheless: is there really no one here?!»

That’s not a question, but a cry of the soul! I sigh and scrub my badly shaved cheek.

«God knows, Izzy!.. I think that only one person has chances: Paul.»

The face of Jesus is drawn out: a classic demonstration of genuine amazement.

«Who is it?!»

I curl cheek guilty, additionally «condemning» myself by slapping the palm of my hand over the forehead.

«Sorry, brother: I completely forgot!»

«What exactly?»

«Well, the fact, that you did not know this „ally“ during your life!»

«Is he impostor?»

I artistically twist my cheek – on the subject of confirmation. I cough shyly.

«Hmm… hm… Well, how do you say…»

«Tell me how it is!»

«Then let it be so: he is a part-time ally!»

«???»

«Well, well: part-time student, and, by the way, not one of the last. And, if absolutely precisely: the first! And the first is not in the order of vocation: according to the mind and merits!»

«???»

Jesus is not original, but honest. I «I condescend» to him once again.

«The most curious thing is that Paul deserved not only for himself. No, he himself, of course, did not forget – and in the first place. But that’s just because he could not forget himself only through you! After all, he built you as the „god of durable“ like durable goods. Do not be offended, Izzy: if there were no Paul, there would be no Christ! They would have forgotten you within a week after Calvary! There were a lot of such „gods“ hung on the crosses! And this man „raised the banner“, „unfolded“ it, finished your image – and forward, to the victory of Christianity! You – the real Jesus – of course, did not know… until now. Therefore, when we meet Paul – and we will surely meet him – I ask you: do not strike at once! Maybe, this guy will fit us also!»

Jesus silently shakes his head: whether in agreement, or grieving to what he heard.

«And I thought, that everything had already been said on the cross…»

«I hope you do not mean the words „Lord, why did you leave me?!“, and even more so: „It is finished!“?»

I am once again disrespectful to the image, but for medicinal purposes exclusively: in the interest of truth. Jesus suddenly grins.

«Do you think, that the cross is the most suitable place for beautiful speeches?!»

I cannot stand – and applaud. And then: here, to you – the first century! Even it becomes somehow embarrassing for the former «standing on a friend». It turns out that I hurry with conclusions due to the cost of atheistic education!

«Bravo, Izzy! I think that not only I, but Nietzsche himself would have softened his grades – and even bowed his head!»

«Nietzsche?»

The forehead of Jesus is going to harmonica bellows.

«Is he a student impostor also?»

«No, brother: he is your biographer. He is respectable, but disrespectful.»

Jesus is extinguished by the face and is wary.

«And, what: did I get much from him?»

The guy starts to like me – and I try to be as correct as possible, but in the dosage of truth only.

«Sorry, but he made you idiots…»

Jesus does not have time to give in to the spirit – and I am already with painkillers.»

«But it is he, who owns the words that you just voiced!»

«???»

«Jesus said everything on the cross!» That is, Nietzsche claims, that you did not intend to leave behind neither memoirs nor theory. In his interpretation, you only showed people how to live – and how to die. Nietzsche thinks, that you are not guilty of what Paul made of you!»

Jesus thinks for a while: it feels like a guy has something.

«He is forgiven!»

«Well done, Izzy!» I hold on to his shoulder approvingly. «You are not only generous, but also clever!»

«But Paul…»

Jesus slowly shakes his head. Something in his look makes me nervous. Some he is not judgmental. And the voice is matches the look. Well, not heard in the voice of conviction. And, here, notes of approval in it clearly slip! Notes are barely audible, but still of approval! Bad will be if he believes in the version of Paul and begin to try on the outfit of Christ, already tailored to the pattern of this self-styled apostle! And I probably won’t have problems without them… with other problems! I want to take all speculation about suspicion – and I cannot: brains and professional experience do not allow. I’m, after all, «in one of my earthly lives» – an investigator.

Did I hurry with the with the transformation of Christ into Izzy?! Yes, it will be necessary to pay the closest attention to a comrade: a small one is not at all as simple as it seems… Or does he want to seem?! It’s no wonder his «tracing paper» was in the noosphere, among the «thoughts» of scholars and statesmen? Here, as I understand it, «do not hold fools»! So the noosphere found his thoughts useful, or, at least, deserving themselves. For what?! It is unlikely that he was «taken to the state» for past merits, although the man took part in the creative process! And, maybe, in vain am I’m thinking about his participation in the past tense? And the process itself may not be what it seems to me!

All this I scroll through in my mind under a good-natured smile on my face. I don’t even take my hand off Jesus’ shoulder. Diligently «absent by the presence» – and not rush my ward with the return of dreams into reality. I want to think, that this is just a dream. But, if Izzy again aspires to Christ, it is not worth prematurely opposing a comrade. I «showed film with him» – now let him show itself both in work and in terms of thoughts.

«Let`s go, Jesus: we are waiting for the business! I will not say anything for their greatness, but I have no doubt in volume! Alchemist, do not fall behind!»

I mow an eye to Jesus carefully: the guy is full… for something… for some reason. Okay: «there will be a day – there will be food for thought»…

Chapter four

«Jesus, son of Joseph!»

Son of a carpenter, tired of useless to turn his head on the missing sides, stops.

«What?»

«Do you know the Holy Scripture well?»

«Not understood…»

If a comrade thinks, that I am trying to insult him – it is in vain. I am only bringing him to the subject of interest.

«Then remind me of the beginning of Genesis?»

«In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. The earth was formless and empty, and darkness was over the deep, and the Spirit of God moved over the water».»

«That’s it!» I sigh. «And we don’t have that either: neither darkness, nor abyss, nor water!»

Jesus sniffs knowingly.

«So you said, that I… well, this… not this… is not the Lord?»

«You are not the Lord!»

And once again I am on the topic of «nothing». In vain the companion hopes for something… or on someone, for example, on me. «In order to avoid further torment», I quickly condemn his hope. But the guy is clearly not going to move away from canon.

«But there is no other Lord either!»

«Other»?!»

I artistically «kill» the applicant by mimicry and voice: for the mind. «Killed» corresponds to the image instantly: he «dies»… with crimson paint on dark cheeks.

«I’m sorry… I didn’t put it that way… I want to say: „There is no Lord“…»

That’s better!

«That is, I wanted to say: „The Lord is not here“…»

With a hasty correction, Jesus is ahead of my failed gratitude for a sober look. No objections: he is clever. He is clever and cunning: «they do not deny, loving, because life does not end tomorrow,» as one comrade said. Therefore, instead of a friendly pat on the shoulder, I now have to «stand a little on my friend» – not for selfishness again, but in the interests of the cause solely.

«Step forward – two steps back!» Am I right, comrade Jesus?»

The opposition is silent. Confounded? Lurking for better times? I can’t guarantee anything anymore, especially since the «best times» come suddenly – and again on me.

«The Lord is everywhere…»

«… should be… theoretically!» I’m not in debt: the sequence should be… consistent! «Everywhere»! Everywhere is somewhere not here! And here – do you see him, or even feel? No, mate: if there is no classics, then there is no Spirit of God! That’s because he has nothing to do here: neither darkness, nor water, nor the abyss! And everything should be according to the instructions: no gag! After all, the Bible – if you believe its readers-admirers – is not just a book, but a record from the words of the Author! Or do I think so by my naivety?»

Jesus courageously suffers an insult for himself and for the Lord and prefers to be left without a text. Now I have the opportunity to grin relatively calmly.

«So, one conclusion is already there… about what is not. And we have… nothing! Nothing classic… together with the Chief Classic! Hence what is the second conclusion?»

Jesus wipes his head. The text is already coming from somewhere below.

«Do you want to do without the Lord?»

No, this guy needs to be closely monitored! He is definitely well acquainted with the dialectic! Well, we make a knot for memory!

«I don’t know how it is in your age, but in ours it’s not accepted… it was to answer a question with a question…»

And without that, not a model of harmony, Jesus immediately hunched over the norm. Well, man: not a guy, but a virgin… in terms of feelings! It is impossible this way: start crying immediately… because of the little things!

«Well, well, Izzy!» I clap the shoulder of the ex-God conciliatingly. «Now (I don’t want to, but I’m shouting on an adverb!) I never thought to offend you, and, if, nevertheless, I managed it – sorry, for the sake of Go… that is, sorry.»

Jesus calms down: «a sweet word is nice and cat». And I have a lesson: there is no need to dissuade the little boy… ahead of time: there will be time and occasion.

«Well, that’s okay,» I put my arm around his shoulders. «So, what is the second conclusion? Here it is: will we begin to live or will we continue to exist?»

Jesus unexpectedly snorts and moves his head from the side to the side. Honestly: it seems that he is not two thousand years old, but he is our contemporary!

«Well, you, brother, determined!»

In my heart I «stroke myself on the head»: that’s up to the «brother»! It means: «go the right way, comrades!»

«This is the question of questions! And not some kind of abstract philosophy: the meaning of life!»

«True understood, Izzy! So I ask you for the meaning of life!»

Jesus ceases to grumble and will cloud his face.

«If I really understand you correctly… then you offer me participation in the arrangement?»

«Yes!» I repay to the son of a carpenter. He sighs and shakes his head already «in a different sense».

«That is, we do not take the Lord into account?»

What an unexpected wording for «Christ»! The guy is clearly doing well… on the road to materialism… although I make mistake.

«There is not Him, Izzy!»

Jesus frowns painfully – and I «spill the balm».

«At least, there is not him here! Although, if we are here and he is not, then he is not anywhere! Even if somewhere there is something in addition to «this»! After all, you yourself said: «Where two or three have gathered in my name – there I am with them!» And if he is not with them… with us, that is, then… to «no» there is no trial! Well, agree: this is elementary logic!

«Balm», as always, is not enough – and I «replace» it with a «bitter pill». Poor Jesus, there is nothing left but to swallow, at least, because… there is nothing else left… due to the lack of «nothing else» in stock.

«And then, Izzy: we are here with you! And another habitat for us will not be! Even, if it is theoretically allowed, that the Lord does exist, then we will have to, you want, you do not want, to admit that he exists in another dimension. Somewhere „there“, in another world, which with our does not intersect! You yourself see the environment: not a damn thing does not surround us! Hence the question: what, and let us wander with thoughts… and even if looking through the desert… absent?! Or spit on the conventions…»

«Is Lord just „convention“?»

«Well: „to the discrepancy of the canon“…»

«Spit it out»?!»

Izzy, do not try my patience! I have it not so much, and it is not long-playing! But then, «after what you go, you will find it!»

«Well: „close our eyes“! Does this wording suit you?»

I already have a link in the upper octave – and Jesus clearly refuses «wake the sleeping dog». In other words: he remains, albeit without mimicry, but without text.

«Hence the classic choice: «pro» or «contra»? Sorry, mate, but «terciam non datur»! Translation, I think, is not required: it is unlikely that the Roman procurator of Judea spoke the language of the aborigines. You daring him in Latin, wasn’t that’s you?

Jesus nods his head.

«I understand your question. Not the last one: the first.»

Oh, how he left the confession of impudence! What do you say: well done! But it’s another reason for alarm for the future.

«Of course, I am "pro"…in principle…»

What is this news?! Comrade obviously forgotten! More than that: more and more actively unbelted! Here and indulge the little boy! A little boy, it turns out – «with a fly in his nose»!

«What does this „principle“ mean?!»

Jesus does not suddenly hesitate: getting used to, or what?

«This means, that I agree with the idea of arrangement, but I would like to clarify: on what ideas?»

«It’s funny!» I refuse to smile easily. «With the idea… on what ideas?! Yes, you, it turns out, you can work not only with women and boys! Renan put you up for nothing!»

«What kind of Renan?»

I wave my hand.

«One of your «sympathizers».

Judging by the acetic expression on his face, Jesus easily «took apart the quotes». On this occasion, it is advisable to a little «splash balm pick».

«By the way, quotes can be omitted: man did not decide on the verdict… But this is so: a lyrical digression… What regards your question…»

I think artistically: I connect the palm and already thoroughly overgrown chin to the process. Here, to you – «soul of thoughts»! Here, to you – «because we are no longer on earth»! It turns out, that life is life everywhere, and not necessarily this, which is the form of existence of protein bodies!

«You are right: ideas are fundamentally.»

I intelligently hold the guy under the elbow: both «demonstrate» and «ask» at the same time. The last is in every sense at once: both the direction of his thoughts, and the right tone for both of us.

«Well: let’s go on milestones. That you once declared himself King of the Jews!»

«You say!»

«Oh!» I am wincing without any arts, that is, genuinely. «Just do not, Izzy!»

«What is not needed?»

Jesus honestly hangs his lips: the guy is already in the subject, but do not know also.

«Nothing is needed: neither the then evasiveness, nor today’s!»

Jesus’ eyes suddenly get wet – and he feels tremulously, both in his nose and in his voice.

«Has it really „reached“ to you?»

«Yes, so that you, there, do not mean: my brains, or our age! But I ask you: keep it simple! As one comrade from Chekhov said: „Arkady, don’t talk beautifully!“ I do not interrogate you, and do not catch the word! Your confessions are not needed to me, but I need your complicity in the creative process. And you, instead…»

I sadly wave my hand, while generously forgiving Jesus the theoretically possible rudeness. And it seems, my efforts do not disappear in vain.

«Okay.»

Sniffing, Jesus courageously draws a line under this topic. And rightly so: a more interesting one is waiting for us – and not one.

«Only I have a small clarification: I did not declare myself the King of the Jews, but they declared me! And this is me – not about the procurator.»

«Do you mean a group of mates?»

«Yes.»

«But you did not mind?»

With the intonation of the voice, I de facto remove the question mark.

«Khe-khe…» Jesus begins to diligently clear his throat.

«But you did not mind?» I climbed an octave higher – and Jesus nods with his head doomedly.

«I did not mind…»

«But the king is the ruler of the kingdom, isn’t he? That is, he is the first person of the state? Leader, can I say?»

I do not need to develop a theme and put pressure on Jesus: the guy «turns on» instantly.

«That is, you want to say, that I stood for the idea of the state?»

«Do you want to say something against?»

Jesus almost smiles guiltily – and throws up his hands.

«You’re right: I stood for the need of the state. But my kingdom was supposed to be „not of this world“. Do you feel the difference? So that „don’t get me right“, but „God is Gods, and Caesar is Caesar“!»

«This is «from another opera»!» I scorn my hand. «The logia are not clearly on the subject of «heavenly device»! This, as I understand it, was only about the banal tax payment. If wider: on the execution of laws. So, «from the world»,» not «from the world», but the kingdom is a form of government in the form of autocracy!»

Jesus looks down with embarrassment.

«Yes, but – the state in heaven… in paradise, that is…»

«We are not in paradise!» I press the opposition in the bud. «Yes, this „sky“ is not a biblical land! „And God called the firmament Heaven“. Do you remember?.. Oh yes: about „remember?“ – I beg your pardon.»

This I recover in response to the painfully wrinkled face of Jesus. And then: such an insult is it!

«That you have the right to ask me such a question. But all the others have the right to ask me already. As well as answering them «for myself and for that guy No, brother: nothing is better than the state – with all its depravity – are not invented yet. Well, agree? Or «cave communism» is better?!»