The author shares his experience of experiencing the spirit of India: “the only true theocracy” - a motley and heterogeneous land, inexplicably united by the streams of the breath of the gods. A remote corner on the outskirts of history, where the passage of time seems to dry up - and therefore India continues to preserve dreams and visions of what was Before: before man, before history, before the beginning of time. On the inaccessible mountain thrones, the gods who brought the truth from Outside are still alive here. This book is a story about a pilgrimage to find oneself, the story of a whole life as a search and adventure. A wise monologue about how far you have to go to find and see what has always been with you, performed in the language of sublime poetry, weaving symbols into multifaceted diamonds, strung on a string of dreams of the Absolute - all the thinnest strands of the world acquire a single direction.