NEONOO, or PARADISE IN THE NOOSPHERE

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.