This is a “book of excesses”. That is, miracles. Because excess is a miracle, only miraculously devoid of the traditional basis of the miraculous - the Higher Will. For God, who cannot be witnessed, naturally does not exist. (However, here, too, not everything is so simple, because the author, like Kant, according to Bulgakov’s Woland, having rejected traditional evidence, put forward his own. But you and I don’t know anything about this yet.) So, excess is a baseless miracle - in which and for which has no basis. This is an involuntary miracle, literally. For which there is no Will, but there is connivance. A somewhat clownish allowance of some higher authority, which sometimes allows miracles and excesses. Because it itself, this authority, is more interesting this way. Because it does not exist, but it can be bored, experience interest, allow miracles, accidents, and excesses, ask riddles, and most importantly, watch and follow. This is one of the central themes here—an unknown gaze, like a sight, which a person experiences no less than a banana-eating macaque.