It is possible that when I do not remain at all, when I turn into the whole machine built by her, and when I become no longer myself, then she will finally accomplish the important and necessary work that is not yet finished. I want to help her as much as I can — but I don’t know what exactly I need to do to help her. When I want to take a cup in my hand, I simply brush my hand and take it. But there is simply no place to brush my hands, because she lives inside of me, and all I can do is think about her more often. Perhaps I can help her, give her strength. Perhaps, if I think more about her and her work, she will work better, build her machine faster. But then, I know it, I myself will end. My hands will reach to my end. But my end, I know this as well, will become her beginning. The machine will start working in full force, and the law will extend in all directions, encountering no obstacles. Then, having ended, I shall go on to infinity.
[[Text: Natalya Serkova]]
[[Photos: Alexander Butz]]