Like mustard grain. Prashkevich G.M., Burov A.

All our lives we ask ourselves questions. Probably, in the Stone Age we asked these questions to ourselves.

Who are we? Where? Where we are going? Who are created, for what? Are they alone in the universe? Why is no one to send us any friendly (at least unfriendly) signals? Why is the soul so tightly connected with the body? What lies there, behind the line of great silence?

Why cannot we judge our own future, as we judge our own past? Why is this our past (irrevocable) does not give us rest? Why are we reviewing it again and again, as if we don’t understand that we are only confusing the future with our actions? Why are we trying to find ourselves in art, in sciences, in religious acts? Why don't we step back, not stop, will not calm down? Why are we answering and answering the questions that arise, and there are more and more of them?

this is devoted to the essay of the writer Gennady Prashkevich (Russia) and physics Alexei Burov (USA).