I haven't finished it yet.

All human beings are limited by their form. The human soul is born in the flesh and dies in the flesh, but the spirit lives.
The divine and the animal are united into one being, which lives the life it is supposed to live here on earth.
But if man stops leaving footprints in the snow, stops being something of this world by his own will, in spite of everything and everyone, in spite of the very essence of everything - he will know the whole.
Man is not original, man is not finite - but man without boundaries, one with all other men and nothing at the same time.