It is fine today. The wind does not blow. It was a relatively warm day.
It is the spring equinox today.
I basked in the sun all day by a window.
I sometimes slept.
Time went by relaxedly.
I assimilated into spring air and flowed through the blue sky.
A splendid day!
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It is fine this morning. Weak wind blows. It is relatively cold morning.
It is fine today. North wind blows. The humidity falls to 40 % range, too.
I wash laundry on such a day.
Futon airing. The cleaning of rooms. Changing water of the tropical fish.
I walk by way of shopping from the afternoon.
And I sit on the bench of the nearby park and look up at the zelkovas.
Branches of cheerful zelkovas.
The blue sky.
Sounds to blow of the wind.
At the moment, I assimilate into Nature.
Let's go to hear voices of the space today!
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It rains today. The wind does not blow. The cold relatively softened.
Do we exist necessarily?
We do not have a real definition. We surely exist in the world. However, we do not know what kind of significance of existence the world has.
Possibly the world may not exist anymore.
All may disappear gently suddenly in the next moment.
If we live in such suds every day, definition in itself of our existence becomes meaningless.
Originally the search of our existence may be meaningless unless we understand the significance of existence of the space.
We understand nothing.
Everybody is living as hard as possible in limited one's life. In the meaning, we get an existing right necessarily.
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It is fine this morning. The wind does not blow. It is relatively cold morning.
We want to spend life in health.
We want to eat with one's mouth until the last day. And we want to feel it to be delicious.
We want to walk with one's both legs until the last day. And we want to feel the earth from them.
We want to see the blue, large sky with both one's eyes until the last day. And we want to recognize oneself small.
We want to remain silent until the last day. And we want to laugh calmly.
We want to spend the small life until the last day. And we want to be over while watching a flower blooming on the roadside.
OK, let's do gymnastics lightly first of all!
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It is fine this morning. The wind does not blow. It is very cold morning.
The life is loneliness.
The world population surpasses 7,027 million people now. Human beings overflow around us.
However, why will we feel loneliness?
We have each life.
The human being is born alone. And I live and die alone.
There is not room to hire another person in the life.
However, we cannot show the original power as the creature when we do not match power with another person.
We use feelings to fill the deep ditch.
Love. Trust. Good faith. Mercy. The friendship. etc.
However, we need the agreement of the partner for the work. And we are engaged earnestly to obtain the consent. However, it is not readily correct in the timing with the partner.
And we are troubled alone and suffer.
Our life is its repetition. There is not the end.
Therefore the life may be so fun.
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It is fine this morning. The wind does not blow. It is relatively cold morning.
Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.(Charles Spencer Chaplin, Jr., from April 16, 1889 to December 25, 1977)
The modern people received education to judge about all world phenomena calmly.
Is it expected?
Is it unexpected?
Is it irresponsible?
It is demanded the judgment as the looker-on from the inside and outside about the phenomenon that happened to oneself. All people look on about all matters in long-shot.
A breakaway out of absolute sorrow.
It is the escape from essence. And in a sense it is self-relief.
We do not stop anymore.
An exceptionally kindly merciless irresponsible generation.
The society where all creatures on the earth are ruined in ON/OFF of the switch.
The future of the human rises for a comedy.
It is sad reality.
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