It is clouded this morning. Strong wind sometimes blows. It is cool morning.
We live every day. Until we sleep at night after getting up in the morning. All people live in the same way.
And one day we notice.
What was our life?
There is the terminal by all means in our life.
All of us get on a train.
From local train to a superexpress.
We can change to a different train at a station on the way. However, we arrive at the terminal even if we get on any train.
We return to zero at the terminal.
Mentally. Physically.
And we are absorbed in the space.
The space is made of our parts.
Possibly our mind may be a part of the part of the space, too.
Our life may be working itself of the space.
Big space and small space.
We should change the thought to the four dimensions.
Nekogahora rues de Nagoya et Yokohama Atsugi promenade
