Sometimes I am asked jokingly or seriously: is there life after death? Sometimes I answer. After all, no matter what kings of nature we consider ourselves to be, dying is scary. And I really want to leave, knowing that there, beyond, there are also “green hills” and a blinding sun. It seems to me that I remember other worlds, there, after death. I remember how the rays of the sun fall into the dust. And hoof marks. And I also remember bathing a horse. But all this is very far away, in a world where there are Horsemen...